Monthly Archives: August 2014

2014
08/02

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Life
spinning

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Spinning now on bobbins

P1020113 rain

We are enjoying spectacular weather and the weather man thinks it will continue this coming week.    However he missed this 5 minute show yesterday.   It really was only drops.

I have been spinning yarn between other tasks and thought perhaps you’d like to see some.   It still needs to be plied before being knitted, but I’m still practicing the spinning part.

P1020114 spun samples

These are all the bobbins I’ve done since I came home from class.   One can spin for a very long time and still it doesn’t look like much.

P1020116 wool, silk dog

The one on the top is dog hair, the middle is wild silk and the lower one is wool.  I am enjoying spinning.  At this point it is relaxing and gives me thinking I

I can’t avoid mentioning  that we have a new associate pastor – just out of college that has some energy.   He started the sermon with a hoop and a holler which got everyone’s attention and I doubt anyone went to sleep.

 

 

2014
08/01

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Knitting
Life

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P1020052 cable socks 2nd round

You’re seeing the same photo again because I’ve been chasing my tail all week, between the gardening and the remodeling.   Today in the car, I dropped a stitch and wasn’t quick enough to catch it.  That meant going back 5 rows of cabling  That is WORK.   Ok.  back to where I was before I made that mistake.

But I do want to share with  you  a terrific writing that entered my mail by Max Lucado

“When I see a flock of sheep I see exactly that, a flock. A rabble of wool. I don’t see a sheep. I see sheep. All alike. None different. But not so with the Shepherd. To him every sheep is different. Every face has a story.  John 10:3 says, “The sheep listen to the voice of the shepherd. He calls his own sheep by name.”

“When we see a crowd, we see exactly that, a crowd. We see people, not persons. A herd of humans. But not so with the Shepherd. To him every face is different. Every face is a story. The Shepherd knows you. He knows your name. And he will never forget it.”