During my inclement weather-enforced extended stay in California, I've had a chance to neaten up the house and clear out some piles of paperwork (I remember that one book on organization said something to the effect that "you don't have to be librarian for the world"--important for me to keep in mind, given that my office resembles the fabled libraries of Alexandria).
But look what I found:
Me, circa 1976, wearing a 15-year-old Fair Isle sweater and spinning on my trusty Ashford Traditional! Note the piles of washed fleece strewn across the floor--I washed this in the bathrooms of the dorm I was living in. The sweater was purchased in the now-defunct Frederick & Nelson's department store in Seattle. I'd forgotten how much I loved it!
Some tendencies cannot be denied--I didn't spin for another 27 years, although the wheel patiently waited for me to get my life together.
Moral? When you are a feral knitter you cannot outrun your nature!