Episode 005

Peeps and Portia

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(00:30) Introduction


  • All Spun Up – Spinning
  • Loops – Knitting
  • Events
  • HomeCulture
  • That’s my story
  • American English
  • Moment of Drama

(00:48) All Spun Up

On the wheel

Still spinning my sweaters worth of fibre.
I’ve finished 550 grams of Special Golden Potpourri custom dyed by Wildcraft on brown bfl (shop at www.wildcraft.co.uk) Only 50 grams to go and then I can start plying.

After the podcast I finished it all!  Here’s a photo of all the singles ready for plying:


My Wildcraft fibre club for March 2013 arrived and it is so beautiful!
100 grams of Superwash BFL in the colourway Cosmos
I’m spinning up as a true three play for a fingering weight yarn.
It’s going to be the main colours in the Thinking of Waves shawl


(15:10) Loops

On the needles

12 Yellow Top from Rebecca Magazine #36 (pattern link here and Magazine homepage here)

More detail on my project page on Ravelry
Primroses yarn – 70% BFL 30% Silk Wildcraft fibre club for March 2012IMG_8854

(19:13) Events

Trip to the States! I am headed home to Denver, Colorado for two weeks just after Easter.
Will try to pick up a US fibre or yarn or both, and will try to record while away.

Wonderwool – Fibre festival at the Royal Welsh Showground in Builth Wells
April 27th and 28th  http://www.wonderwoolwales.co.uk
We’ll be camping nearby and attending both days.

(25:00) HomeCulture

What’s Cooking

Boston Baked Beans

In a cast iron dutch oven fry up some pancetta.

Once browned add a diced onion and a diced green bell pepper.
Then add:
1 can heinz beans (you can also use a can of plain cooked navy beans)
3/4 tsp powdered yellow mustard (Colemans is what I use)
Slosh of worcestershire (wooster) sauce
1-2 tbsp brown sugar
1 cup of bbq sauce
Squidge of ketchup
1 tbsp treacle (molasses)
pinch smoked salt and pepper
Stir to combine, cover, and place in a medium oven (160 C (fan oven) / 350 F) for 45 min.
Then enjoy with some BBQ meat and coleslaw.

(30:40) That’s my story

Be positive, kind and generous and all that will come back to you.

If you have good thoughts, they will shine out of your face like sunbeams, and you will always look lovely. – Roald Dahl

(33:00) American English

(35:17) Moment of Drama

Julius Caesar

Act 2 Scene i

  Brutus, my lord!
  Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
  Nor for yours neither. You’ve ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
You suddenly arose, and walk’d about,
Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
And when I ask’d you what the matter was,
You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
I urged you further; then you scratch’d your head,
And too impatiently stamp’d with your foot;
Yet I insisted, yet you answer’d not,
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;
Fearing to strengthen that impatience
Which seem’d too much enkindled, and withal
Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
And could it work so much upon your shape
As it hath much prevail’d on your condition,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
  I am not well in health, and that is all.
  Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,
He would embrace the means to come by it.
  Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
  Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
Have had to resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
  Kneel not, gentle Portia.
  I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I yourself
But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus’ harlot, not his wife.
  You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart
  If this were true, then should I know this secret.
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman well-reputed, Cato’s daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father’d and so husbanded?
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose ’em:
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
And not my husband’s secrets?

(44:00) Shall we Shog?

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