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Continue reading →: Adulthood
I feel so grownup. This weekend we bought new furniture, from an actual furniture store. Okay, it was on clearance, but still… It took under two minutes for them to receive the Morgan seal of approval. I don’t think we’d carried everything in from the car before he was happily…
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Continue reading →: A bit of everything
I have been berated for the lack of updates here. Sometimes it isn’t so convenient to work in the office next to one of your most faithful blog readers. So, without further ado, an update on all the forty-leven things I’ve been working on, or as many as I can…
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Continue reading →: Snowflakes
One I could have written off as imagination, or perhaps stray plant bits flying past on the wind. But now, I’ve now seen five out my office window above the computer, and, well, they’re snowflakes. D’you suppose it’s time to think about turning the heat on?
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Continue reading →: No string for me
I had such grand plans for the day… I was going to wind up some yarn, and do a bit of dyeing, work on the Lithuanian weaving that I started a couple weeks ago, maybe start the new weaving piece (and associated blog-article), finish the Jaywalkers, spend some time with…
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Continue reading →: Moving up in the world
The Google thing must be working – I got my first comment spam today. I suppose there’s a down-side to everything…
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Continue reading →: Higglty-pigglty
So I’ve been doing forty-leventeen jillion things at once, it seems like (and not one of them involves cleaning the house). (Or rather, that’s not true. I cleaned the dog drool off the picture window. I think this must involve Grendel standing on the couch slobbering over the back, or…
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Continue reading →: Death to the Annoying!
In honor of Halloween, and of the paper I’m writing, I decorated my office door this morning. Didn’t help.
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Continue reading →: Fall colors…
…in my dyepot, along with some rarely seen in nature. All properly supervised, of course. I’m not sure he approves. I took a badly-needed Friday off, and spent that and the rest of the weekend up to my elbows in dye. I now have umpty-thousand yards of cotton, silk and…
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Continue reading →: 50 books
I haven’t posted a booklist in quite some time, but it isn’t for lack of mind-numbing trashy novels in my life. Debbie Macomber: The Shop on Blossom Street – These are wildly popular, but to me this exemplified all that’s wrong with “chick lit”. Lincoln Child: Deep Storm: A Novel…
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Continue reading →: Historical Perspective
People have been making or working with string for thousands of years. They’ve been turning it into fabric practical or impractical, into thicker laces, fancy or plain, and into whatever else the fertile human imagination could conceive, and nimble fingers enact. There are more ways to make string into other…





