I have now completed one quarter of the total number of scallops on the Mourning Shawl border. My current sense of calm satisfaction will float over me until tonight when I realize more progress must be made in order to ascend to the next level of earned satisfaction.
But for now, I can calmly and satisfyingly look forward to the day's adventures, to wit: a trip to the Seattle Fiber Arts Expo at a hotel near Seatac Airport (that's a conglomeration of Seattle and Tacoma for those without the telltale Pacific Northwest webbed feet.) I've never actually been to one of these expos. Last year's was cancelled due to 9/11 (although the fact that the show is in April and 9/11 was in, well-- 9, didn't make a whole lot of sense to me). I am not expecting it to be a major plethora of vendors and yarnie things, but it should be a nice warmup to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival, about which I am getting more and more excited.
Another thing I am excited about is that I think Ryan is going to start a blog!! This is very cool because she is a fun writer and has interesting observations about life in general, and as an avid sock knitter might bring some sock knitting influence to bear, much needed at my house.
Yesterday I started to write the next little segment of the Milpower Chronicles (you thought I'd abandoned it, didn't you!). I wish now that I hadn't gotten Polly into the mood yarn predicament because now I have to explain it and then get Farinough out of trouble. How do writers live with themselves, getting their characters into untenable situations and then having to devise creative rescues? It's a good thing there are editors and publishers around, else we might see a few books where the reader is left hanging. Can you imagine how all our lives would be different if Herr Grimm had left Snow White dead in the forest? A "fairy tale ending" would now have a completely different meaning!
Now, gentle readers, speaking of fairy tales and fiber: I don't get Sleeping Beauty. How do you prick your finger on a spinning wheel/spindle? None of my spindles are the slightest bit sharp, and nothing on any of the spinning wheels which with I have had a personal relationship is sharp. Please explain this to me!
I have a few spindles you can definately impale yourself on let alone prick your finger...
The charka spindles for finger pricks and the Rio Grande for impaling... Always keep a cork on them when not in use!!! Some of the supported spindles are pretty prickly, too.
Enjoy yourself, we will expect details of the Expo.
Your stories are always enjoyed at our house.
When spinning on a great wheel you spin onto a sharp metal spindle...bobbins were introduced later .You need to get SpinOffmag - a great read ,and Alden Amos' book [the name of which escapes me ,go to http://www.interweave.com ] .
Posted by: Emma on April 6, 2003 05:29 PMSo *that* explains it!! I suppose the kids of today are just as confused when we speak of "dialing" a telephone, eh?!
Posted by: Sheila on April 6, 2003 05:32 PM