Although unqueen’d, yet like a queen, and daughter to a king
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- All Spun Up
- That’s my story
- American English
- Moment of Drama
(1:20) All Spun Up
I also finished my waste not want not batt from Caliopes Fibre. This was part of my Nimblestix prize for the TdF 2013. I spun it up into a soft bulky single.
On the wheel
I started the Queens sampler from HilltopCloud. There are 6 20g samples for all of Henry VIII wives. I am spinning them all very fine and n-plying them so that I have a fingering weight yarn.
I also bought some mohair/silk which is one of HilltopCloud’s non-wool blends. This is in deep purples and I started spinning this with kidsilk haze in mind.
On the Needles
I am still working on finishing my Christmas knitting where I designed my own fairisle christmas stocking for my mom. This was a lot of fun to work on as I charted most of it using the book 150 Scandinavian Knitting Designs
The fingerless mitts for the secret santa gift exchange at work.
I’ll be entering a few events and will start with a shawl for team Wildcraft Woollies. This is my Solar System Waves. Then I’ll move on to some rainbow spinning and knitting for team HilltopCloud.
I made an almost instant Vanilla Bean Chai Syrup from a recipe on F00d 52 which is awesome!
(35:43) That’s my story
Secret snowflake swap from 2013
A bar of mint dark chocolate
3 stitch markers
Handmade notions bag
Handspun hand knitted cowl
HilltopCloud braid in the Robin colourway and a blended braid of natural Jacob and silk blend
(38:41) American English
I started driving lessons!
(41:13) Moment of Drama
Henry VIII Act IV, Scene ii
Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the king.
In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter;
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!
Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding—
She is young, and of a noble modest nature,
I hope she will deserve well,—and a little
To love her for her mother’s sake, that loved him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow’d both my fortunes faithfully:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
And now I should not lie, but will deserve
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty and decent carriage,
A right good husband, let him be a noble
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have ’em.
The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw ’em from me;
That they may have their wages duly paid ’em,
And something over to remember me by:
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents: and, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people’s friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness:
Say his long trouble now is passing
Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless’d him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet: I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be used with honour: strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
Then lay me forth: although unqueen’d, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more.