We often get asked about air travel with rope- what is safe for carry on vs what should be checked? To get the best answer, we consulted the ultimate rope-toting road-warrior we know, Midori.
"I'm a pervy road warrior who flies thousands of miles every year to teach, so I've developed a few strategies for traveling with ropes and toys." [Read More]
This past month marked ten years since The Great Fire At The Abbey. Despite this passage of time, the scorch marks are still visible and the memory all too vivid. Ten years ago we watched our art and livelihood burn to the ground.
As we prepare a special commemorative Color Of The Month for July, we revisit Monk's blog post from that fateful day...
The phrase “rope bunny” sets my teeth on edge. At first glance it seems pretty innocuous, but it reflects something more sinister about how some think of rope bottoming.
Let’s work together to ensure the concept of the rope bunny has the cunning of Bugs Bunny, the ferocity of Monty Python’s were-rabbit, and the intrigue of Jessica Rabbit, shall we?
The other day, as I was stuck in Seattle’s legendary traffic, I was listening to an interesting piece on NPR about “The Tools of the Trade” featuring stories about the items used by professionals to do their job.
This got me thinking, what tool do I use everyday?
Simple safety shears, the same kind we have sent out with our rope kits since 2005.
Rats love to nest in fiber, hemp is a fiber... You can see where this is going.
It was time to go old school.
No mere domestic cat would do the job. We needed hunters in residence. An elite force to live in the shop with us and be that thin, furry line of protection.
Enter Tinker and Soldier.
Young(er) Monk, encouraged by the response of folks interested in the rope he was making for his own personal use, decides to try his hand at selling his jewel-toned hand-dyed rope to the public. This, in a time when the term “rope vendor” was practically unheard of. When available options for bondage rope were Home Depot, a handful of sites selling nylon, or if you were lucky, a friend-of-a-friend could be commissioned to process a batch of hemp for you.Through good fortune, or perhaps divine intervention, the folks at Seattle’s Center for Sex-Positive Culture didn’t bat an eye when I applied to sell rope at their upcoming winter Vendor Fair.