May 18th, 2011

platto

In defence of dairy farmers

This morning the wind is blowing straight off Antarctica with enough determination to get here in force. Bits of stuff blowing down the waterfront, large pieces of fabric torn off the building site which I think is fancy loos for the Rugby World Cup drunken rugbyhead pen *ahem* village, I watched a cyclist get one tangled up in his back sprocket and be brought to a sudden halt as the spokes in his back wheel broke and the thingy that the chain goes round sheared off. Poor bugger ended up carrying his bike to work after I helped him remove the stuff and threw it in a bin. I was amazed by how many people didn't try to catch this stuff before it ended up in the sea.

Also, what's up with all the older white men in fancy European cars driving around the waterfront this morning?

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Gosh. Looks like I felt strongly about that.

Anyway, last night I spun 2 spools of brown/white mottled romney. Tonight I'll warp up my loom. This time it's a full-width (36") piece of fabric. There is no purpose for this fabric except to be pretty and lie around making me feel good about my crafting productivity. Hey Happy! I'm a Weaver!