slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Tapestry Diary 2018
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Birthdays with sevens are weird for me. Today marks my 57th orbit around the sun. The solar astrophysicist that owned the AirBNB we stayed at in Boulder told me to think of birthdays that way. I love it. I’ll choose lucky, Alex, for $3000! ^^^She knows that you parked there, and she is judging you.…
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First, the tapestry diary for the week. The knots are showing on purpose, by the way. We had some problems to figure out this week at work. Fortunately, they were resolved and next week’s path forward should be clearer. I wove a little bit on Cathedral, but my main focus was stitching this Japanese tsunobukuro…
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This was a busy week. First, here’s the tapestry diary as of last Sunday. I haven’t worked on it so far this week so it will be a simple narrow entry for the entire week and I’ll weave it as soon as I am done here. On Tuesday, I went to Seth Apter’s 52 Card…
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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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This time, with a full pot of coffee! Who knows where this might go? Yesterday I made a sudden decision to get my hair cut. Nothing drastic, just what Mr. Robert at Leon’s Beauty School describes as “my annual shearing.” I love Mr. Robert. Anyway, it looks healthier and bouncier and it will probably get…
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Yesterday’s protest rally was a family affair: husband Sandy, sister Lisa, me, brother-in-law Tim. My favorite sign was the Black Mirror sign, although I like that the sign on the left covers most of the bases: I also delivered my book to Artspace where the Triangle Book Arts exhibition will be installed. Opening reception is…
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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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A little progress. At least all the plastic bags are gone and the coned yarn is with the other cones. Will bring back a couple more boxes of fabric stash today from the other studio. That’s the main thing I have hoarded, and to think that I’ve already given so much away boggles my mind.…
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The gray area was a rainy Thursday. On Friday, a stormfront moved through, bringing more intense cold on its winds. On Saturday and Sunday, I moved boxes, purged, and shelved in the home studio. I feel good about the organizing I’ve done in this studio so far. Trying not to do so much that I…
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I’m finding myself walking around the house talking to myself and Pablocito (he does talk back, at least) so I guess it’s time to write a blog post. The overriding theme of the tapestry diary will be weather. It’s obvious to me now. It can be external or internal weather, but climate and weather has…
slowly she turned 