Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, December 28, 2004 It is so durn cold this morning I can’t offer my usual erudition and wit. I’ll just kick out a quick update on ThingsInTheCountry. It was good to go back to work if only to stop grazing in the kitchen. It was a slow day - in fact, the whole month has been extraordinarily slow at work, and for the first time in ages the circulation stats are down. Hmmm. There is a glimmer of something in my brain about that - best spend some time pondering. I am reading an interesting new biography of Josiah Wedgwood. It is not well written, but it offers an interesting point of view about the dissenting religions (Wedgwood was a Methodist Dissenter) and their belief in the possibility of the improvement of man - and as such - man’s lot - and the role they played in igniting the scientific research that fueled the industrial revolution. It must have been a welcome relief from either the Catholic and Episcopal orthodoxy that kept every man in his place or the depressing Calvinistic doctrine of predestination. Ugh. In another life I dabbled in pottery and still do love dishes more than any other piece of household furniture. I think the main reason I was in such a hurry to grow up and move into my own place was so that I could have my own dishes. I have loved Wedgwood, Spode, Meisen, you name it - since I was about 8. I even own some! Reading about the rise of the Staffordshire potteries is fascinating - even if the author is so PC he won’t even make a statement unless he can verify it with irritatingly superfluous quotes. Sheesh! It really is all right make claims in a biography - and it’s far more succinct. While chipping away at the mountain of books returned over the weekend I succumbed to the temptation of a little Christmas mystery story by Monica Ferris, Crewel Yule. It rode home with me and I started it last night. It’s just a tiny fluff of a story but it’s fun. I’ll finish it tonight. And hooray for me, I found the missing socks; the socks made from Jen’s yarn that are supposed to be for BD. They were in my gym bag, which lives in the car. No wonder I couldn’t find them anywhere in the house. So now I have a choice of little projects to play with. I shall be riding to the city both tomorrow and Thursday so there will be plenty of time to knit. Let us hope they don’t languish too long in Second Sockdom. posted by Bess | 7:40 AM |
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