Fortunate I am to have lots of friends with worn out pants. I lost count of how many are in the rug now. I'll keep going until I can beg no more jeans, or the rug is too heavy to move. The stitching tires my hands, as does the tedious painting and re-making of my kitchen. But bit by bit the spiraling path seems a little less stormy.
The woman in this video is able to say what I think about hands and spinning things much better then me. Listen: