How about a bread machine fail today!
I had an inspiring thought today. Thinking back to my nervous-breakdown years during my father’s decline, you know something that I never, ever find myself thinking? “I sure wish I’d worried more.”
In-law time; it’s do-over time. Do it better this time.
I was in a bad mood last night. Maybe the color scheme isn’t so bad. Maybe someone would like it who wanted to make something for a guy. Guys like ugly colors. Especially those not confident in their masculinity.
Thought I’d try something different in the color-blending department. Something adventurous. Ugh, it’s awful.
I would love to make this, but as I oohed and aahed over it, I was summarily told that it would require “more than four harnesses” and would not be a good choice for someone at my level.
Anyway, today someone from TechLab wrote me a belated farewell, and mentioned she was “envious” of my “lifestyle.” Maybe DC people are different from NY people, or the NY people just all know me or know of me; but the TechLab people seem to be slightly dumbfounded at my life. That I raise goats and take time away from work to go to weaving school and whatnot. It seems not to have occurred to them that one could do these things.
If I perhaps inspired one person for one moment to “step away from the computer” and saw some wood or something (manager said he had always wanted to try woodworking school)… then that was a 10-month-year well spent, I would say, even apart from the fact that it was a total blast.
Workers of the world, relax!
Hat-to-be.
by Agatha Christie
OMG, click the link under the book image for the Wikipedia entry, if you want to be shocked by this book’s original title. And I thought “Ten Little Indians” was offensive.
ANYWAY.
This was the first Agatha Christie I’ve ever read. I kept thinking, boy, this is cliche; and having to correct myself, NO, this is where the cliches COME from. But I couldn’t help thinking that the butler probably did it.
I thought the ending would be more of a trick.
I do have to admit that although this genre does not interest me much, her building of suspense and character and suspicion was very artful. I guess I see why she is considered a master.
I went to Marshfield yesterday (day off) to look over samples of things that I could make for my next project, which is to be in January, and which is to be silk. Silk! Which I will do in a twill, providing extra-lovely drape. I was really drawn to this cheerful little check here, which they say is called “cherryderry”. Was called “cherryderry”, I forget in which century.
Now to look over the available colors, and play with my colored pencils for weeks on end until I hopefully come up with something that will please me as much as the last project.
Kind of disappointing, because the letters aren’t allowed to stand on their own. Almost every one is introduced with context, often unnecessary; and worse, each one has a cutesy ‘title’ in italics which is a phrase excerpted from the letter. I trained myself quickly to ignore these titles. I’ve always found it annoying to read something in a pull-out, and then read the exact same words again.
The letters span her adult life and are chronological. It is sad to thus ‘watch’ her grow old.
No new revelations here for any serious fan.
I don’t take a lot of food pictures. I’m generally too excited about eating. Sometimes I feel I made something really pretty though. This was last night.
