Monday, June 03, 2019

First pages

Prepping some elements for something new. 
The trick is how wet the cloth and how long to wait.


Sunday, June 02, 2019

shop update

If you order today, I can get them to the post office by noon tomorrow. Remember, if you claim a set, you must email me to follow up.

(The international experiment seems to be working so far for Australia and Canada.)

Saturday, June 01, 2019

church



a chill friday



I went out to shut off the hose filling the pool and something failed and drenched me. These colors won't run.

The blouse is so old that the tiny print was nearly invisible and there is a seed burn hole on the back (think on it). Forty years? More? I got it from a second-hand store in NY sometime in the '70s.
The hand of the cloth is like lawn but more substantial, and the construction and fit were so fine, I could never part with it. Dye has it born again in the best way.

Then, with grim determination, I dismembered a piece that's been hanging around the river basket like a case of poison ivy. It's done and 90% of the cloth bits were saved, including the base - a really fine huck tea towel, plain vanilla.


Friday, May 31, 2019

a raft of a day

for the rest of the summer, the middle of my week will be a small raft of time away from most other concerns. Charlie will spend a day and a night and another day.

We've decided to tour the parks of Gwinnett - there are tons. Starting next week, we'll focus on the parks with water features, fountains and such. Pools we have at home. There will also be strange eats. New things. The old things, TV cartoons, and toys will have their place too, as a matter of comfort.

We had to hike a bit to get to the new playground in Lilburn. It was very hot and, step by step, I was thinking, "this is too hard." But he was running out ahead of me across the dusty grass, fully expecting that I was right behind him. One foot in front of the other. Lunch with La Luchador.





This was lunch on the first day. That's my sorry Ceasar salad in the foreground. The kid gets cake. He said, "This is not good for you, Nana," and made a point of not leaving any leftovers.

For all of it, shockingly, I feel better today than I have in weeks.

One foot in front of the other it is then.