This is what you get for action photos of the kittens until I get the good camera fixed.
Blue and orange has become my favorite color combination.
slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
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Every now and then I like to search for “slowly she turned” and blog the short descriptions from the search page. Usually the hits are from fan fiction or torrid romances. Here are ten.
“Slowly she turned to face the door just as Graham came through at full stride. At the sight of him a wild kind of joy seized her. Graham halted on the threshold.”
“It wasn’t, her heart pounded… But it was. Slowly, she turned to meet a pair of hard, dark eyes she told herself she’d never see again. ‘Chuck.’”
“‘Slowly.’ She turned and gave me a witchy grin. ‘Smiling at everyone.’ ‘Gee whiz, not smiling like that.’ ‘You look almost human in that skirt and sweater, Rosie,’”
“Ever so slowly she turned around, her eyes narrowed. She drew her hands to her hips in a defensive stance. “My plans have changed,” she bit out. Jay ground”
“‘Who is it, Isabelle?’ Isabelle’s face grew very still. Slowly, she turned and called out, ‘It’s your daughter, Mrs. Sherlock.’ ‘No, Belinda’s dead. Don’t do that to me,’”
“Then there she was, her snout smack up against the lens. Slowly she turned to sniff Charlie’s fingers. There was a pause before, very gently, she licked them.”
“Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes hooded and gentle in the faint glow of his magic. ‘I have something to confess,’ Luna said quietly.”
“Slowly, she turned. Dylan strode toward her, his big body gliding through the crowd. At his side was his trainer, Max, carrying the red bag. She looked Dylan up”
“Slowly she turned to face the way she had come. The mist was thick as pottage. She could see nothing. No one. But though she could not see him, she could”
“With her two hind-legs, she lifted it out of the ground, into the full light; slowly she turned it and returned it, so that every side might receive its share of the”
I also usually find a few photos of mine out there that have been attributed but no permission was asked. Ah well. At least I got credit for them.
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This weaving has some preciousness – strips from my father’s flannel shirt, my husband’s linen shirt, my favorite pajama pants that I finally wore out. My mother gave me a lot of her old quilting scraps. They are a little too country gingham for my taste, but good for a little brightness peeking out from the background.Since this is my game I get to change the rules to one to four photos per day. 🙂
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This is Mario, history department work-study extraordinaire, and also was my classmate and tutor in Ceramics III last semester, by pure coincidence.
Only one photo from today – feeling puny.
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Doing this retroactively again. Today’s journal is a little longer because, well…this was my walk home, looking up, forward, and backward.
I don’t recall ever seeing clouds like this. Like shadowy rays from the sun.
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The Back Forty this morning. We needed more snow to cover up this mess!
Shadows and ice crystals on my walk to work this morning.
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By the end of the day, it was cold and rainy.
By bedtime, we had a little bit of snow – the most we’ve seen this winter despite colder temps than usual.
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I worked in the Back Forty putting down cardboard in anticipation of the load of mulch Sandy plans to get from the landfill, and pulled up some vines and weeds. But did I take photos? No.
So, here’s another woven cloth square. I really like this one.
Theo likes the fancy pillows.
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I would not like to live somewhere without a winter because I love seeing the bones of trees against the sky.
I took a bit of a break – sinus problems a little worse than normal, also a sore neck. Theo helped by pressing the fabric I stitched the day before. I used a neti pot, put a heating pad on my neck, and drank blackberry tea all day. The kittens are getting on my nerves with their wildness and so I appreciate Theo’s calm presence. -
Today has been all about listening to “A Thousand Splendid Suns” on CD, watching “Nurse Jackie” on DVD, and soaking up the warmth of the wood stove while stitching. I pulled out this half-finished design from the Abstract-a-licious workshop I took with Lyric Kinard last March.
All the pieces sewn down with tiny hand stitches.
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