slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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I’m here in Hampton, Virginia, getting ready to go to my first class at Art & Soul. This year the theme is Alice in Wonderland. Roomie Stephanie got in late last night, and our suite is filled with art supplies. I gave up trying to carefully organize and pack and chose to throw most of…
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Every day is shedding season when you have four indoor cats in a small house, but right now it is almost intolerable. I swear, Theo has lost half his weight in fur. We will definitely have to make a dent in it this weekend. My trip to Art & Soul in Hampton, Virginia is almost…
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Whew! I feel sure that I overdid it in the Back Forty today, but the weather is cool and breezy and sunny and it doesn’t get much better than it was today in North Carolina. Sandy got out there with me, and we trimmed vines and mulched paths with cardboard and pine needles, and did…
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I rose later this morning because Betty White, my queen, was on SNL last night, and she rocked it, y’all. It’s a busy time for me, but even so it has quieted down from a month or so ago. This week my main duties at work include grade entry for independent studies and helping with…
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I sold six books! I meant to take more photos of my new books, but the wind kicked up and my attention turned to handling my umbrella and table. The top layer ended up having to lie down flat. The red book on the top left sold and I’m sorry that I didn’t get photos…
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We decided that this big fella, whose sunbathing was captured by Sandy as we drove home Sunday from Lake Waccamaw, was blogworthy.
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Support your local artist! Handmade blank journals make wonderful graduation and Mother’s Day gifts for writers, artists, journalers, gardeners and cooks.
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A short update for those who keep up with me here instead of Facebook: Diagnosis: De Quervain’s tenosynovitis and Dupuytren’s disease, which runs heavily on both sides of my family. I have custom-made hard splints to wear at night and for times when I need extra support, and soft braces to wear at other times.…
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It is a quiet morning here at Lake Waccamaw, as Garrison Keillor narrates in my head. Sandy is still snuggled under the covers, since we switched roles and I kept HIM awake with MY snoring last night. Mornings here are full of birdsong and soft pastels melding the water and sky. I made myself a…
slowly she turned 