Manrope

Day 327: Come aboard, matey, an' see you've a good grip on th' manrope fer th' seas be a bit rough fer lubbers th' likes o' yerse'f.

No, this is not the beginnings of a Morgan Corbye tale. My inspiration in that regard has fled temporarily, but not my love of things piratical. A box in my crafts cupboard has been nagging at me lately, so I dragged it out of storage, grabbed my marlinespike and made a few practice knots to retrain hands accustomed to quilting thread and fine crochet cotton to the bulk of rope. Once I had assured myself that I hadn't lost my touch, I set to creating a manrope. At its head, there is a bight which can be looped over a cleat for ease of removal when not in use. A single wall knot is placed to secure the bight, followed by a length of crown sinnet. Every ten inches, a triple manrope knot is made, terminating in a shorter bit of sinnet (because I ran out of rope) and a triple manrope knot as a stopper (center, facing the camera). I have yet to figure out how I will attach it to my porch rail, but there it shall be, as a warning to all who tread the gangway that an old pirate lives here, and if you are peddling politics or religion, her cutlass is within reach of her hand.