I woke up early to chase wayward roosters and watch the Tour de France. Somehow I missed the dog running into the peloton, but caught it on the day's recap they have on the main page.
I spun up some more silk, to be plied into tatting thread later on. After that came combing Shetland wool.
What great big teeth you have there.
All the better to comb you with my dear.
They are five pitch (rows of teeth) combs and what you are seeing there is not the handle, it's the holder used to keep one comb stationary while the other one moves in a great, threatening arc.
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