slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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I’ve been a voracious reader all my life and my years spent working in bookstores were truly like heaven, except for the physical agony part. If I could have afforded it and my body would have cooperated, I would have stayed in bookselling all of my life. A Masters in Library Science was a brief…
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A quick post before I go to the farmers market and buy some of that delicious corn from Rudd Farm. I’m working on moving away from the hole. I’ve been circling it for a while and I don’t want to change meds. A higher dose worked but it also made my heart race, and that…
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It is not easy to weave a palmetto tree, especially this small and at this sett. This is a memory of the sunsets over the river at St. Simon’s Island, Georgia, where I went to a tapestry retreat in May. Now it’s time to consider what I will weave for June’s entry.
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Ugh, what an awful week the past week was. Back to work, bored out of my mind, no mental energy to do anything much when I got home at night other than numb my anxious mind with playing solitaire and watching TV. I spent time researching emigration to various countries, and reading advice from ex-pats…
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What happened to Days One and Two? They went by in a flash and that’s okay. Here’s the agenda for my art retreat/get shit done at home week. The idea is that I choose at least four of these every day to check off. The daily checkbox, in priority order: Get something done you’ve been…
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This past weekend, Susanne and I went to a wonderful Zhen Xian Bao book class at Topsail Beach, NC, taught by Leslie Marsh and Kim Beller. The first day we spent natural dyeing with plant materials and indigo on paper and fabric. The next day was spent constructing the book, which is made with glue,…
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I think that I may be done with gardening for the weekend. Many of the unwanted plants (AKA weeds) have been pulled out, more seeds planted, general clean-up of wire cages and poles achieved, some plants and seedlings transferred from one area to another, and the bean trellises erected. Before and after Most of the…
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I stopped weaving my tapestry diary near the end of March. It was not fun for me any more. I struggled to find anything I wanted to weave or represent and if I wove about my mood I reached for black and gray, then forced myself to pick up blue and purple and pink and…
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Coffee’s gone, eggs, cheese grits, and leftover chili devoured. Listening to Michelle Wolf’s Netflix show in the background. She is really funny, but there’s a little too much screeching going on, so switching to Radio Heartland. Ah! Mountain Stage. That is perfect. Today is muggy and damp but so far no rain. Sandy finally gave…
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It’s almost noon, and this is the end of the coffee pot, but I was trying to get a few things done around the house. Which is not easy these days, between physical problems and mechanical problems. The mosquitoes are out with a vengeance, as I knew they would be after all this rain. Sandy…
slowly she turned 