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So, the Hiatus?
Well, having one’s neighbors, who have been granted legal residency, snatched off the streets of New York by masked men in body armor, and disappeared to Louisiana … and then, praise be to the Goddess and the ACLU, the poor woman is not disappeared, and the nation’s not lost yet … it is all very…
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Eh …
What can I say? I just haven’t felt like it. I have been working on things. It’s just that writing about them seems so pointless, banal, in the face of other things. And I didn’t want this blog to go political, which would attract trolls. Do I need that grief? I can take some solace,…
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More Braids
I suppose I have been busy enough. This is about two weeks’ output. I spent the most time on the Burgundy: four yards of, I’m sure there’s a term specific to Japanese braiding, but I’m calling it warp (as in weaving) for the time being. This here is a spiral braid. The raised edge is…
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The Next Big Thing
I signed up for an expensive weekend at the Conference of Northern California Handweavers, taking place this year at Asilomar, on the California coast, north of Big Sur, a very nice venue. It’s in April. A great deal of the program this year is hand weaving, but the organization shelters all manner of other fiber…
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Coloring in the Morning
It’s a proper habit now, that arose from an unhappy contingency, some months back when I still owned the Honda: a 2005 Honda Accord, gold in color, and my first car dwelling. It died a protracted and anxiety-ridden death (and I must try to avoid that with the Subaru), and late last year, it could…
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Yeah, Very Clever …
… says Toitilly. I put the mop cap on him for a cute picture. He is not amused. A Toitilly has his dignity to uphold. This is the thing I accomplished last weekend, or was it the weekend before? The mop cap for the Dicken’s Faire next year is finished. It is a lovely, non-stressful…
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And There It Is …
… the ceramics studio under the stairs, and accompanying rat trap. A person could go all metaphorical about the state of the nation, but I will spare you. I’m pleased that the space, the sunken courtyard, is as I remember. That end of the courtyard likely gets next-to-no foot traffic. The main street of Fisherman’s…
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Off on a Tangent
Nostalgia. I am old. I have been invited to muck about in a ceramics studio, which has got me pondering former days, and my decidedly envious nature. I shall change the names: Grace. Grace was Rachel’s real best friend. I was simply proximal. We, Rachel and I, attended Galileo High School. Grace went to the…
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Nearly the New Year
I’ve been working full time since August, and it simply takes up too much of a person’s time. And then there was the Great Car Debacle, wherein it became imperative that the Honda be replaced. I just made it to the salvage yard to claim my federal $1000 dollars, with the check engine light flashing…
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Not Back to Work Quite Yet
Well, first, I have been back over the last three posts, and I do hope all the typos are corrected. So embarrassing. As to the prospective employer, first, there was simple dithering. Then they tried to get me for half a day (that is, half price), and I said, No. Now, they will take me…
An Old Knitty Lady 