Spinning thread by hand in ancient Greece must have been one of the worst jobs ever.
Slow, never-ending, ache-inducing.
A chore. All the more so, because as ‘women’s work’ it was almost invisible and under-valued too.
That didn’t stop women wanting to make it personal and beautiful. So, potters made them these clay spindle-whorls. Every one different. Beautifully shaped to make spinning easier, beautifully decorated to make spinning a little more enjoyable.
Our work is what we make it. There can be humanity and beauty in the meanest of tasks, if we allow room for it.