Around and around

I'm remembering those old kiddy playground roundabout things, metal and wood, you stood or sat on them and someone scooted them around, they could build up quite a speed. Except that I always had to flollop (I was a flollopy sort of a kid) off smartish, ears ringing, stomach heaving, head going around and around for a bit.

Somewhat like a hangover in fact.

Somewhat like life at the moment.

We will get there.

I have been a bad blogger, but have been doing stuff. But first....

The Guardian is giving away a series of pamphlets, "Great Speeches of the 20th Century" which I have mostly been ignoring. Today was FDR, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself", and as I have always rather related to this phrase without knowing before from whence it came, I had a quick read. Wow. I do wish politicians made speeches like this nowadays.

"Practices of the unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men" (I would like to think women too, but there you go....)

"They only know the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no vision, and where there is no vision, people perish."

"The measure of that restoration lies in the extent to which we apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit."

"Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort."

"...there must be an end to a conduct of banking and in business which too often has given to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing."

Oh, I need to stop doing this, it is all just too much. OK, so the language is flowery, but it is a) political rhetoric and b)1933. We could still do with a few more sentiments like these today.

I also read Claudia's Blog in which, quite apart from a photograph of the delectably handsome Igor, she briefly discussing the constraints of spinning and blogging. With which I broadly concur, in that I do find myself thinking that I won't bother discussing/photographing my latest spinning as it won't be that interesting - so instead I ramble on about something entirely unrelated to fibre that is probably even less so. So, today, you get both. No photographs, can't summon up the energy, still feeling the undesirable effects of the roundabout, but A Catalogue.

On the Timbertops: something red and fluffy from Lambspun, that will join a collection of similar and maybe one day make a shawl.

On the spindles and Lizzie Kate: something violet and fluffy, coincidentally also from Lambspun, that is to make a bag inner (and on the Moosie, but tucked away at the moment, blue silk for the bag outer to be.)

On my new best friend, my utterly wonderful Spindlewood, Shetland roving, the second of four colours (one being done already) also to be bags, and hopefully my first foray into something approaching "fairisle". Or not.

On a Tabachek, some very nice Manx Loghtan roving, and I have no idea what that is going to grow up in to. Bite me.

On spindles various in the workroom, fibres various, samples for Summer School.

And on my Schacht wheel in the same location, lots of mohair samples for my AH class on Friday, and when not that, the Rovings "Mojave", spinning up a dream, and going to be the kimono-style jacket from the latest Knitters.

Not so dusty, eh?

And not to be unfair to knitting, I also have the purl lace socks, nearly completed (I have nearly finished decreasing the instep on the second. Love this pattern! Plus a ball of spindle spun blue stuff queuing up to be a simple scarf/fichu thingy, also for a sample for Summer School.

There is all sorts of other stuff I had meant to blog about, but I really have exhausted us all, methinks.

This blog entry comes to you courtesy of my now fully functional wireless networked Dell laptop, my other new best friend.

Oh, dammit, perhaps things ain't so dusty after all.........