Tour de Fleece has begun!
- All Spun Up
- American English
- Moment of Drama
(00:59)All Spun Up
Tour de Fleece!
I got started on my challenge fibre pack.
This was blended on my hackle and has:
- tussah silk
- 2 merino colours
- a merino silk blend
- silk thowsters waste
- Firestar (sparkly nylon)
- Teeswater locks
On the Needles
Working away on my Pomme de Pin cardigan I now have split to work the back and shoulders, will be slow going while I focus on spinning but will try to get a few inches each week.
Nine-to-Five Socks by Nicole Hindes in my lemony sock yarn.
I am doing 60 stiches and not 72, as I have US size 7.5 feet and the pattern is more for a size 8-9
Lamb salad – just toss all the following
- leftover roast lamb – (full power preheat then roast for 3 hours at 375° F)
- Shred lamb and fry in pan to add a little crispness and remove from heat, then add ground cinnamon and dried thyme
- Cook about ½ cup quinoa (9 mins in boiling water) and drain, cool
- Cashews, dried cranberries and apricots
- Green onions (Scallions) sliced
Dress with vinegar and olive oil
(14:15) American English
I just called…
Differences between land lines, mobile phones, and call charges.
(20:54) Moment of Drama
The merchant of venice
ACT III SCENE IV. Belmont. A room in PORTIA’S house.
Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHASAR
Madam, although I speak it in your presence,
You have a noble and a true conceit
Of godlike amity; which appears most strongly
In bearing thus the absence of your lord.
But if you knew to whom you show this honour,
How true a gentleman you send relief,
How dear a lover of my lord your husband,
I know you would be prouder of the work
Than customary bounty can enforce you.
I never did repent for doing good,
Nor shall not now: for in companions
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love,
There must be needs a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit;
Which makes me think that this Antonio,
Being the bosom lover of my lord,
Must needs be like my lord. If it be so,
How little is the cost I have bestow’d
In purchasing the semblance of my soul
From out the state of hellish misery!
This comes too near the praising of myself;
Therefore no more of it: hear other things.
Lorenzo, I commit into your hands
The husbandry and manage of my house
Until my lord’s return: for mine own part,
I have toward heaven breathed a secret vow
To live in prayer and contemplation,
Only attended by Nerissa here,
Until her husband and my lord’s return:
There is a monastery two miles off;
And there will we abide. I do desire you
Not to deny this imposition;
The which my love and some necessity
Now lays upon you.
Madam, with all my heart;
I shall obey you in all fair commands.
My people do already know my mind,
And will acknowledge you and Jessica
In place of Lord Bassanio and myself.
And so farewell, till we shall meet again.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you!
I wish your ladyship all heart’s content.
I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased
To wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica.
Exeunt JESSICA and LORENZO
As I have ever found thee honest-true,
So let me find thee still. Take this same letter,
And use thou all the endeavour of a man
In speed to Padua: see thou render this
Into my cousin’s hand, Doctor Bellario;
And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee,
Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed
Unto the tranect, to the common ferry
Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words,
But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.
Madam, I go with all convenient speed.
Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand
That you yet know not of: we’ll see our husbands
Before they think of us.
Shall they see us?
They shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit,
That they shall think we are accomplished
With that we lack. I’ll hold thee any wager,
When we are both accoutred like young men,
I’ll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with the braver grace,
And speak between the change of man and boy
With a reed voice, and turn two mincing steps
Into a manly stride, and speak of frays
Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies,
How honourable ladies sought my love,
Which I denying, they fell sick and died;
I could not do withal; then I’ll repent,
And wish for all that, that I had not killed them;
And twenty of these puny lies I’ll tell,
That men shall swear I have discontinued school
Above a twelvemonth. I have within my mind
A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks,
Which I will practise.
Why, shall we turn to men?
Fie, what a question’s that,
If thou wert near a lewd interpreter!
But come, I’ll tell thee all my whole device
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
At the park gate; and therefore haste away,
For we must measure twenty miles to-day.