Yeah, I was a Trekkie when I was a kid. And I love that song Star Trekkin’ Across the Universe. There’s Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow; there’s Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.
One of my friends asked recently, “Chained warp...I should know what that is...yes?” As the senior Sugarbaker sister used to say, “Dear me, where are my manners?” I take it as a given that I have to explain knitting terms to the muggles. I sometimes forget that not every knitter makes the leap from want-to-knit to want-to-make-my-own-yarn to want-to-make-my-own-fabric.
So, chaining warp is a way of keeping long strands of yarn or thread under control while warping a loom. Basically, you take a bundle of warp threads and use your hand and wrist like a crochet hook to make a loop and then pull loops through that, one after another, until the excess is secured. Then after you’ve threaded the loom, you release the loops a little at a time as you beam the warp [wind it onto the beam].
Here is a nice, clear illustration of the process: http://www.allfiberarts.com/library/aa99/aa110199.htm
And here is a nice, clear illustration of the crow I am eating tonight, Hollandaise optional. Sorry, y’all. Just smack me next time.
And these are the flags that were flying yesterday. Church was even better than usual. I don't remember Veteran’s Day falling on a Sunday before, but I’m sure that in my 32 years of membership, it must have. We sang The Star-Spangled Banner in Relief Society and My Country, ’Tis of Thee in sacrament meeting. And I got all sniffly.
When I was a little girl and sang America the Beautiful, I always choked up when I sang about the alabaster cities gleaming. It wasn’t until I grew up and joined the church and went to the temple that I began to understand why.
Wikipedia says that Ms. Bates took her inspiration from the white buildings in Chicago at the Columbian Exposition. But what I have always held in my mind’s eye is something like Isaiah and the other ancient prophets saw: the City of God, filled with glory.
I just finished winding the second ball of Gloss for Sabbath Scarf II. This one is humming right along with no arguments. Well, I did have to frog six rows during sacrament meeting, when I got my P’s and my K’s mixed up on half a row, but that was easily fixed before the end of the meeting.
And to leave you laughing, here’s the latest from the Churchboy Dating Service. They sent me a match yesterday! And here’s what it said on his profile, “My introduction has been removed because I am currently in a serious relationship with a special lady. I have also turned off my email notifications.” This is one of the half-dozen local guys who pops up as a “definite maybe” on a fairly regular basis. Sounds like he is headed toward the altar. [Yay for him!] I think we exchanged a couple of emails a few years ago, but nothing clicked.
Time to grab my shoes and my keys; LittleBit and I are heading to the YMCA for a little gentle movement before seminary. She had dance rehearsal for the musical on Saturday afternoon and was moving like an 85 year old woman yesterday.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!