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"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."
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Der Himmel hat den Menschen als Gegengewicht zu den vielen Mühseligkeiten des Lebens drei Dinge gegeben, die Hoffnung, den Schlaf, und das Lachen.
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7 comments:
That just curdles my blood.
OY!
Okay, I'm gonna show my ignorance. What are "swifts?" Or what is a "swift?" Please?
The swift is the blurry contraption in the foreground of the picture. You drape the skein of yarn around it, and use the ball winder (in the background of the photo)to wind a center pull ball. The swift twirls around and releases the yarn as you wind. If you're unlucky, or your swift hates you, the skein falls off and creates an unholy tangle.
Ooooh, so the "swift" does the job of the back of the chair that I usually drape my skein of yarn over. If my husband knew of such a tool I might be gifted one 'cause when I have a skein gone contrary, I enlist him to hold it on his two outstretched arms/hands . . . a job he doesn't relish. Thanks for the explanation.
Send that swift to the corner, and don't give it ANY dinner.
:-)
Happy winding!
Amanda (gr8aunt)
Oh, bummer - it looks like a flying spaghetti monster exploded!
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