Sunday, July 27, 2014

Lurching Toward Vague Competence

Today is the Irishman's birthday, and we wanted to go to the movies.  Which meant, of course, that I spent all afternoon frantically attempting to turn a sock heel so I would have plain knitting for the feature.  I should really learn just to have a plain sock at the proper stage at all times.  Or do afterthought heels, I guess.

I spent most of the movie winding yarn for my third Camp Loopy project, but when I pulled out the sock I got a surprise.  Turns out in my rush I'd left my fifth needle at home.  So this happened:

I am nothing if not resourceful!

Also this week I have been spinning!  This is half of a braid of Polwarth combed top from Into the Whirled.  I think, despite my lousy picture, that this may be my best spinning effort yet.  TI moved my wheel to a different place in the living room which actually turned out to be a really good spot--right next to a window, directly underneath a lamp.

Next is the other half of the braid, of course (I am going to to try to spin from the same end and then keep the color changes consistent in the 2-ply), and then I don't know.  I'd like to try spinning from the fold, but I'm not sure which fiber would be best to start with . . . *   Anyone have suggestions?

*Incidentally, we aren't supposed to end sentences with prepositions because it can't be done in Latin, and some crabby grammarians† decided that it would be proper to make English grammar conform to Latin grammar.  This is pretty ridiculous, it almost goes without saying.  In Latin you literally CAN'T end a sentence with a preposition, as a preposition in Latin a) always has an accompanying noun/adjective/adverb and b) always comes BEFORE its companion.  (See that "pre"?  Actually, look at the whole word--pre + position.  Makes sense, no?)

In brief--too late--it's not a philosophy to which I subscribe.  Not slavishly, anyway.

Also, my favorite preposition joke:‡ a woman walking around the Harvard campus stops another woman and asks, "Excuse me, ma'am, but where's the library at?"  The latter woman replies, icily, "At Harvard, we do not end our sentences with prepositions."  The first woman says, "Okay then, where's the library at, bitch?"

† "The Crabby Grammarians" is my new band.

‡ Does it really surprise anyone that I have a favorite preposition joke?

1 comment:

AlisonH said...

You've created whirled piece!