The disastrously uncoordinated response to the refugee crisis had already discredited the notion that this was a unified federation in which all member states had an equal voice. The grand verbiage of solidarity and cooperation simply dissolved when faced with a global humanitarian disaster – precisely the sort of event which the whole edifice was originally constructed to avert. And then, with Paris, it became horrifyingly obvious that the open borders policy – the most sacred of the EU founding principles – was unsustainable. As Abdelhamid Abaaoud and his army of butchers had clearly known all along, and the migrant-traffickers were able to promise their desperate customers, once you set foot on the holy ground of Europe you may as well be invisible.
Each community insists on being governed in its own way and Brussels, historically a French-speaking city in the midst of a Dutch-speaking countryside, has been a particularly thorny issue in Belgian politics. One compromise has been to divide power down to tiny districts and communities; as this NYT piece notes, 19 municipal zones are divided into six police ‘zones’ cover a city of one million people. The result is that many parts of the capital are hardly policed at all. Meanwhile, despite the famously high social aspirations and exalted rhetoric about integration and opportunity that one hears from Europeans lavishly praising their social model, somehow generation after generation of immigrants stagnates in a toxic atmosphere of exclusion, unemployment, and crime.
I’ve always known that I was adopted. It was never a secret or held from me.
I was adopted also, and although I’m a day late for National Adoption Day, this writer’s experience exactly mirrors mine.
There are a lot of so-called pro-abortion feminists who insist that abortion is a better option than adoption. No lie. I’ve been told by a member of the National Organization for Women that I would have been better off aborted.
Anyway, please, if you are pregnant and are not ready to be a mom, please consider adoption. Yes, it is a sacrifice, but that fetus is a baby, who deserves a chance. If you are not willing to give your creation a chance, please give up a few months of your life to give that child life. If you don’t want that child, there are so many wonderful couple who will take that child and make him or her part of their family.
Continuing from Part Two of cobweb felting, I continue wetting and rolling up the wool roving in the plastic until the end. Then I put a couple of rubber bands on each end.
Put the roll into a lingerie bag.
And then put it in your dryer for 20 minutes – no heat – then take it out and unroll.
Put it back in the dryer, no heat, for another 20 minutes. When you take it out and unroll it this time, you are going to flip the whole thing over – by now, it will be felted enough that you don’t have to worry about it pulling apart at all.
Once again, roll up in the plastic, making sure the wool is nice and wet, and put it in the dryer for another 20 minutes, no heat! Then take out the rolled wool, unroll once more, reroll in the other direction and back in the dryer for 20 minutes.
Now, for the final step.
Finally, put it in a plastic grocery bag and put it back in the dryer for 5 minutes.
When you take it out of the dryer, it should be fulled quite well. Don’t leave it in much longer or it will get too thick and not be as soft and pretty.
Take it out of the bag and unscrunch it – you can pull and tug it to shape it the way you want it. I usually just hang it over a shower curtain to dry, but you can block it like you would a sweater, or you can even use an iron with an ironing cloth to speed the drying and to make it flatter.
And here is the final product – at this point, you can embellish it with needlefelting, or just leave it as is. I think my handspun mohair lock yarn is enough, so I’ll stop here.
You will need some plastic. You do not need bubble wrap. I got some plastic sheeting that is fairly sturdy – probably 3 or 4 mils thick – from Home Depot a few years ago. The stuff will last forever. I cut it into pieces that are easier to handle. The piece I use most often is 40 inches wide x 90 inches long. I fold it in half so it is 20 inches wide x 90 inches long. Then I put the roving on the plastic and pull it out a bit further – so it is almost as wide as the plastic, but not quite.
Then, you will also need water. I like this little pump sprayer – Solo 418 One-Hand Pressure Sprayer, 1-Liter – as it makes a more gentle spray than most pump sprayers.
I start spraying the roving with water – I go about 18 inches at at time, and I squish it gently with my hands to get the water to soak in better. You can, on this first wetting, add a tiny bit of Dawn to the water to help the wool absorb the water.
As the wool roving gets wet, I start to add some embellishments. In this case, I’m adding some tailspun yarn I spun that is the same color blue as the blue stripes. I add it after I wet down the wool, and then I make sure that the yarn is also wet.
Then I start rolling the scarf up in the plastic – I just fold maybe 3/4 to 1 inch over the wool to start, and I start to roll it. Then I do more wetting and embellishing and then more rolling.
I continue on until I have wet down the entire piece.
More on the next post.
People seem to want to know how I make these things. I guess I’ll share, but it will take me some time, I’m slow.
First thing you need is some nice hand-dyed wool roving. Here is the roving that I dyed. I am going to felt this into a scarf. It is Polwarth wool – very soft, but with a longer staple than Merino. I love it because it’s beautiful to spin with, super soft and fluffy. I like fluffy.
If you are interested in buying hand-dyed roving from me. I charge $5.00 an ounce plus shipping for hand-dyed Polwarth. You only need about 3 ounces, so $15.00 will do it.
Now, I have a nice, 8 foot long table that I lay that roving out on – only I don’t use the whole table, I do a bit, roll it up and do a bit more.
What am I doing, you ask? I’m stretching the roving out, width-wise – to start to form a scarf shape – you just keep pulling the wool gently – I usually go up and down the entire length several times. I’ll leave this for today and continue tomorrow. I have a lot of fiber to arrange. :)
I’ve been working on making cobweb felted scarves. Here are photos of some of them. I you have any interest in purchasing one, do let me know!
This is higher ed’s time for choosing. If this is the new purpose of the universities—to nurture a crop of activists trained at whipping up angry mobs, and a generation of college graduates conditioned to submit to those mobs—then there is no longer any purpose served by these institutions. There is certainly no justification for the outrageous claim they are making on the economic resources of the average family, who sends their kids to schools whose tuition has been inflated by decades of government subsidies.The universities have done this to themselves. They created the whole phenomenon of modern identity politics and Politically Correct rules to limit speech. They have fostered a totalitarian microculture in which conformity to those rules is considered natural and expected. Now that system is starting to eat them alive, from elite universities like Yale, all the way down to, er, less-than-elite ones like Mizzou.They created this Frankenstein monster, and it’s up to them to kill it before it kills them.
This is our collection. John has been collecting guns and militaria since he was a teenager. As you can see, our collection is more than just guns. We have sights, aiming circles, dummy shells, dummy grenades, demilitarized machine guns (because we could not afford to own working machine guns like the Vickers or Maxim), and all the accouterments.
For example, we have two Vickers Machine guns – both are unworkable, but… John has collected all that went with them – from a parts box with all the parts to the water jackets and hose and water can.
We even have a New Testament issued to Australian troops in WWI.
“What aspects of our society lie within the realm of a rape culture?” Briggs wrote. “There is simply no systemic tolerance for rape, no prosecution of victims and the general disgust for rape and rapists may only be trumped by the general disgust for pedophilia or murder; indicating that it is not, contrary to what many say, an institutionalized part of our ‘culture.'”