slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Greensboro North Carolina
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We missed the last Dunleath Porchfest but trust me, if I am in town, I will not miss it again. If you are a fan of Americana, old time, and bluegrass, it was especially rewarding, although there were a few other styles. It was difficult to choose which musicians to see since there were so…
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A couple of photos from my walk yesterday. ^^^This is a bit disturbing.
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I was supposed to be in Howth, Ireland tonight. I was going to go to the Cock Tavern for some craic and eat some great seafood down on the harbour.. Anyway, the front porch is absolutely delightful this afternoon. The temperature is perfect, with low humidity and a small breeze. I would like to thank…
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A while back several news articles began circulating on Facebook that got a lot of attention from me and my fiber artist friends. They were about Diana Weymar, an artist who created The Tiny Pricks Project, who says this about how it began on her website: On Jan. 8th, 2018 I stitched ‘I am a…
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(Note: I forgot to click Publish when I wrote this on Monday night.) The week before fall semester classes begin is always a huge adjustment. It feels like going from 0 to 60 suddenly. Gone are the quiet days with few people on the hallway. Now I get to meet about 30 new people and…
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Before I start the series of posts about our trip to Idaho and Wyoming, I need to sweep out my brain of the things unrelated to that first. So I made a second pot of coffee. Looking at the remnants of Florence from the air. First off, we were not affected here at my house…
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WHOA IF TRUE! I’m so bad. Wonkette is the main source of my news these days. I can’t take much of anything else. Sheer burn out. Which is partly why these coal carts evolved their way into my tapestry diary early this week for the end of January. There is more of a story here,…
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Last night I found a new artist crush at GreenHill gallery’s “Slow Art” exhibition in Greensboro, NC. My camera ran out of juice, but the photos didn’t do justice to the work anyway. For example, I am not posting the photos of the series that stopped me in my tracks, “The Efforts of Preserving Oneself.”…
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There is one thing that is true in the South about snowstorms. You can tell who is a Northern transplant by the state of their driveway and sidewalks. Southerners wait for the snow to melt. Northerners shovel. Once the snow stopped, we got about eight inches here in my town, and a foot an hour…
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