You really don't forget how to ride a bicycle or hand code HTML. For the first time since 2012, I think, I've renovated my
main website.
It was a lot less painful than I thought it would be.
The reason for this dive off a cyber cliff is exciting, but I'll keep it under my hat for another 12 hours.
The site is necessarily spare for the moment and will be fluxing like crazy in the coming weeks and months.
Some eye candy for today. It was nice to sit outside in the sun for a few hours but I have to rethink that plastic Adirondack chairs. Not great for stitching.
Monday, May 06, 2019
Saturday, May 04, 2019
a napping house
I could digitally remove all the crud from the carpet, but as I'm too lazy to vacuum.....
This is a section of cotton bed ruffle that I've (insanely) decided to pick all the seams out of. Really good, French seams. I do a few inches and have to set it aside.
Sweetie thinks it's all for her entertainment.
The weather has swung between noisy thunderstorms and steamy sun blazing about four times today. Napping seems the best way to deal with it.
Midday, there was mayhem right outside the front door. Colin captured this. The hawk was undeterred and returned to his good hunting place within the hour. I sincerely hope that is one of the rats that has been plaguing my kitchen and I'm very glad I did not resort to poison.
Friday, May 03, 2019
illuminating
Thursday, May 02, 2019
Beltane fruits
I'd forgotten how the strong serendipity factor in my technique pays off in miracles.
To be sure, there's plenty of mud, but even now they are undergoing further treatment, some ghosting.
To be sure, there's plenty of mud, but even now they are undergoing further treatment, some ghosting.
I'm setting aside a few pieces, but a lot of this is headed for the scrap hamper. You'll see bits and pieces here.
Wednesday, May 01, 2019
Beltane ripened
The veil is thin.
At the post office, there was a dish of candy out on the counter. Shocking in that this post office rarely even has functioning air conditioning. There were two pieces of my mother's favorite candies. I took them both.
When I got home, the first of the peonies were blooming. The ones I brought from New York some thirty years ago.
And these were rioting out on the work table.
I'm supposed to be working on dialogue for the living, but the ghosts are having their say, so I'll be still and listen a while.
some cloth
It's hot and muggy here. I rounded up an armload of lackluster cloth and marched them down to the dye deck.
A half-dozen technicolor lumps are basking in the sun, soaking up the color with the heat. I wish it would rain so I could leave them to their own devices, but I'll be doing the wash-out tonight. Then we'll see if there was any kick left in those dyes.
A half-dozen technicolor lumps are basking in the sun, soaking up the color with the heat. I wish it would rain so I could leave them to their own devices, but I'll be doing the wash-out tonight. Then we'll see if there was any kick left in those dyes.
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Conversations
It's what happens between thread, the needle, and the cloth.
Somehow, I'm not a part of this conversation. It seems to happen while I'm not paying attention. My mind is elsewhere, on other conversations.
Somehow, I'm not a part of this conversation. It seems to happen while I'm not paying attention. My mind is elsewhere, on other conversations.
Monday, April 29, 2019
GOT spoiler alert...
...but really, if you're not watching, why? I screamed. I cried, I covered my eyes and the cat ran out of the room disgusted with me.
It's such great theater. Reminds me of old school soap operas, although those writers never planned endings. This one is going to break my heart.
I don't watch much TV. Didn't start watching this one until early last year. I'm always late to catch the wave. So glad I did for this one.
It's such great theater. Reminds me of old school soap operas, although those writers never planned endings. This one is going to break my heart.
I don't watch much TV. Didn't start watching this one until early last year. I'm always late to catch the wave. So glad I did for this one.
Sunday, April 28, 2019
the dirty thread boogie
I want to thank everyone who ordered threads this weekend. There are a few more sets to post, then there will be a week or so before I can set up the next round.
In a world where the phrases "hand-crafted" and "artisanal" get tossed around pretty fast and loose, I can assure you that those expressions really do apply to Dirty Thread making. It may be messy and time-consuming, but I think it's worth the trouble.
As you can see, I got mine.
Saturday, April 27, 2019
ghosts
As I pack up orders for thread and scraps, I have to restrain myself from holding things back on the off chance I might someday do something with them.
The river basket is full of bits and pieces of possibility - anything more would be a distraction.
After a busy morning of chores and errands, I picked this new piece up for a timed hour of stitching before my nap.
The trees stir in the warm air and confederate jasmine is as strong and effective as marijuana.
The river basket is full of bits and pieces of possibility - anything more would be a distraction.
After a busy morning of chores and errands, I picked this new piece up for a timed hour of stitching before my nap.
The trees stir in the warm air and confederate jasmine is as strong and effective as marijuana.
getting it done
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
some days off...
...are full of delight. Spent the morning in a very satisfying meeting with my word wizard.
Then, a little retail therapy on the cheap at Goodwill.
Yesterday, it was the after school book fair where it was easy to read someone's heart's delight. What started out as a baby cat speaking it's first word (Hi!), became a wand/scanner gathering mystery sounds in the yard.
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
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