Damned Hettinq, or Not Waiting Around for Perfection
Like a lot of the bloggers I read, I've been going through a non-blogging slump or funk or whatever you call it.
Mine has mostly been from having another person (our son) around all the time. I didn't realize I needed solitude to write a blog post. I used to be one of those people who could write an English paper on the bus. Now I seem to need peace and quiet and my own thoughts without background noise. ("Get off my lawn!")
Another hurdle I've been putting in my own way is avoiding writing the non-perfect blog post, which in my case turns into not writing any blog post at all.
You'd think I'd realize by now that the only way to get through the crap posts is to write them and get them out of the way and over with.
I got a peculiar and amusing (well, to me amusing) reminder about not waiting for perfect when I went searching for a picture of a netting needle.
One of the pictures that came up was on this page:
Feilet Ilace, Or Damned Hettinq from "Every Woman's Encyclopaedia".
Ha! Damned Hetting is the OCR-ed version of Darned Netting. (Feilet Ilace is Fillet Lace.) But if they had waited around to proofread the page, maybe it wouldn't have been posted.
I rummaged through my netting drawer and I think these are all the types of netting needles and shuttles I have.
From left to right:
-a wooden shuttle I got on eBay
-brass netting needle made from welding rod by my brother
-three sizes of netting needles from Lacis
-Norwegian style shuttle from Lacis
-four sizes of plastic netting shuttles from The Mannings
-a handmade wooden shuttle
There! That's enough Damned Hettinq for one day.