I'm having lighting problems it seems!..On the camera screen it looked alright..still..you get the idea.I've been working on the wool and my arm..quite a way to go yet. I'm amazed that my readers are managing to stay the distance..i hope you will stick with me a little bit longer as there are some very exciting developments I have planned for the rest of the picture. that is if my pile of tin and plastic which is my computer survives!! I'm having a bit of an upgrade tonight and hope I don't lose anything in the process.In the meantime, I'd like to direct you a post on Preeti's blog 'Just a mother of two'. A subject close to my heart..
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I almost forgot, Happy Guy Fawkes Day!
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!
(Sure, I'm nominally Catholic, but who doesn't love a party?!)
Julie...Old Guy Fawks is often viewed by many nowadays as a sort of comic figure.However..it should be pointed out that had the 'Gun Powder Plot' succeeded, not only the Parliment would have been destroyed, but the King and Royal Family also as they resided in the same building.
Wow, this is coming along wonderfully. The light reflecting on the strands of wool is simply brilliant.
I was unable to post a comment on Preeti's blog directly, but here's what I have to say about that:
I have been online for what seems like an eternity now, over 15 years. And I have made many, many "virtual" friends that I consider just as "real" and valueable as any I have in my offline life. In fact, I feel closer to some of my virtual friends just because of the medium of expression: writing. I suppose I just get down to my core self when I write. And they do, too. When I suffered a loss two years ago, a huge bouquet of flowers was sent to my home by a group of virtual friends. They also held a baby shower for me when my second daughter was born, sending gifts from around the world to my home. In the past, people relied upon the written word to maintain relationships. How nice that the practice is still very much alive.
Well, we have no other choice, do we? We want to see the result, no matter what.
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