More scrapping

Let me preface this post with a statement: 

Yee haw! Fani Willis! Ride that mangy mango down! 

I had a pneumonia shot yesterday morning and slept blissfully when the indictments broke the news. The world keeps spinning, hopefully leaving that turd to dry up and blow away. But the lessons? Never.

Orders packed and off to the post office later. I anticipate walking into the lobby (usually relatively empty late Tuesdays) and cackling loudly knowing most of the counter staff will join me.

I dug through my personal stash and liberated a lot of cloth into the general fund. Think of how all of our days add up to so much making time! One by one, not so much, but as a group? Amazing. 

That little snitch of green? Silk or rayon, I can't be sure without a burn test.

While I was working, the pieces in the last photo got chummy and asked to be transferred to the River Basket. 

I'm easy.

Stormlight

 

We had a hair-raising series of thunderstorms Sunday afternoon. It caught a lot of people off guard. The cats were annoyed because I rounded them up and locked the cat door.  

These pictures are just after the storm finally passed. Very odd light for six pm.

My poor dye deck needs a custodian.

Those hotel pans on the high deck were empty before the storm. I collect water up there for the indoor plants. And thirsty cats.

Threaded

 

That's the rest of them., except for a few that somehow found space in my thread box.

All posted for sale here and here.

I wandered on the supplier path this time.  Two years since I last visited Dharma Trading. New colors this late in the year? Why not.

Dynamite red, Houdini blue, Dragonfruit, Marigold, Blue Violet, Peacock and, of course, Raven.

Let me know if anyone has any raggedy old table linens, cotton, or silk garments headed for recycling. Color fixes almost anything.

The other path

 I'm on it and it feels good.

Prophets Tango was first published in July 2021. Beyond writing the thing, I hardly knew what I was doing.

Now, I'm scouring through it and making small changes. Not enough to call it a second edition. Just small things that I've reconsidered. The very few typos (bless all the betas). If you've found any that I haven't and let me know, I'll be eternally grateful.

Dee recently posed the question "Tell a dream, lose a reader"

From the response, I don't believe so. 

Too late for me anyway. And what would you call eavesdropping on the thoughts of a person in a coma rather than dreaming? How far removed from reality is that?  Witness:

Shifting povs

Is it still a heart?

When it filled up this way.

 "Chaos Leaning In"