Winding Wool

She'd bring to me a skein of wool
And beg me to hold out my hands;
so on my pipe I cease to pull
And watch her twine the shining strands
Into a ball so snug and neat,
Perchance a pair of socks to knit
To comfort my unworthy feet,
Or pullover my girth to fit.

As to the winding I would sway,
A poem in my head would sing,
And I would watch in dreamy way
The bright yarn swiftly slendering.
The best I liked were coloured strands
I let my pensive pipe grow cool . . .
Two active and two passive hands,
So busy wining shining wool.

Alas! Two of those hands are cold,
And in these days of wrath and wrong,
I am so wearyful and old,
I wonder if I've lived too long.
So in my loneliness I sit
And dream of sweet domestic rule . . .
When gentle women used to knit,
And men were happy winding wool.

~Robert William Service


A fish tail lace scarf




For me this scarf is the Monte Cristo of knitting.
Slow, detailed, a little confusing, but very much worth pursuing.


How are your Christmas preparations coming?

Is that list getting shorter? Are you able to rest yet?
Are you able to reflect yet?

Are you yearning for some Peace on Earth?

Shall we all sit in a circle and sing...

Dona Nobis Pacem, Pacem.
Dooooooona, Nooobis, Paaaaaacem.



a. Dona nobis pacem, pacem.
Dona nobis pacem.
b. Dona nobis pacem.
Dona nobis pacem.
c. Dona nobis pacem.
Dona nobis pacem.

Translated, "Give us peace," this
traditional Latin hymn may be sung
as a canon. A new voice starts
when the preceding voice reaches
the next section.

Listen here.

There, that was nice :o)

Encourage one another,
Donna