Now for our mountain sport
Listen here: [audio http://traffic.libsyn.com/2bannab/2BAnnaB_Episode_024.m4a]
Apologies for the ticking sound in a small part of the podcast, my phone decided to talk to the internet and I didn’t want to record the whole thing again. I will remember airplane mode next time.
(00:29) Welcome and Introduction
- All Spun Up
- American English
- Moment of Drama
Ravellenic Games 2014
This year has had a lot of overtones and undertones but I want to focus on supporting the athletes even though I do not support the politics of the hosting country. All my spinning and knitting since the last podcast has been for the Ravellenics.
(2:22)All Spun Up
I have completed my goal of spinning up 100 grams. I spun up a braid of hilltopcloud superwash bfl/ramie blend in the colourway sludgy rainbow to show solidarity with those being persecuted in Russia.
So that will be entered into the Flying Camel Spin event and will also count towards my fleecetofo
I did cast on and finish my project with the n-plied bulky yarn from above which was a Calorimetry by Kathryn Schoendorf.
On the Needles
As soon as the sludgy rainbow single dries I will be casting on for the toast handwarmers!
Valentine’s Day Wreath
This was really fun and has brightened our door all month.
Here’s how I cut the felt:
I also finally got around to decanting my elderberry tincture into brown medicine bottles for storage. I have started taking some as I am trying to fight off a cold or something. The bottles are labelled and look great all lined up on the shelf.
(16:13) American English
Rocky Mountains of Colorado
How do we find out way? The mountains are always west!
(17:50) Moment of Drama
Cymbeline Act 3 scene iii
Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill;
Your legs are young; I’ll tread these flats. Consider,
When you above perceive me like a crow,
That it is place which lessens and sets off;
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:
This service is not service, so being done,
But being so allow’d: to apprehend thus,
Draws us a profit from all things we see;
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-wing’d eagle. O, this life
Is nobler than attending for a cheque,
Richer than doing nothing for a bauble,
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
Such gain the cap of him that makes ’em fine,
Yet keeps his book uncross’d: no life to ours.