The Commenter Consensus on Belinda’s Large Linen Loop is that it’s a roller towel. Not the kind that one used to find in gas station restrooms, because that kind of towel was not seamed into a loop; it was a very long length of toweling with each end wrapped around a separate roller, inside a metal box. As the towel was used, it was taken up by one roller, and a fresh section was meted out (very economically, as I recall) by the other roller. Given this basic understanding of gas-station roller towels, most people seemed to think the mystery textile was a classic home-style roller towel: a loop of fabric that hangs over a dowel or towel bar.
But here’s the thing. Not that I am some kind of roller towel authority figure or anything, but I’ve never seen one this big.
It’s 18 3/4 inches wide and more than 8 feet in total length. For comparison, Carrie recently was certified to be 4 feet 9 1/2″ tall (without her hat) (which yes, she wears indoors; it’s a means of self-expression, and you don’t leave your self-expression at the door).
Here we see Carrie, or her hat, and an actual door. See how high it would have to be hung for it not to touch the ground, thus defeating the hygienic purpose that is the essence of towelishness?
So, I don’t know what it is, but I think it might not be a roller towel. Sling chair seat? Some kind of industrial conveyor belt thingie (a la Lucy and Ethel in the chocolate factory)? A mangle-related item? (Go ahead and Google-image search “sling chair” and “mangle” if you don’t know what I’m talking about).
This afternoon, I could take the suspense no longer. I sent Belinda back to London with a mission to go to Labour and Wait and ask them what it is. She wanted to stay a little longer, and maybe see the New York Botanical Garden, but I said, no, you must go investigate right now, ta-ta, buh-bye and safe trip. So stay tuned.
I Have Not Been Knitting A Lot
Since completion of Giant Miter Number 2 almost a week ago, my sole knitting output has been half a dishrag. I think I might be coming down with something. I blame Belinda, with her ceaseless shopping and sightseeing and fun-having.
Department of Pictures Found On My Camera That Were Not Taken By Me
Yeah, the plate is from the People Dishes. Kinda wish I didn’t know about this.