[Edited to fix Header… this is a post that is extra confusing if the title is accidentally “Auto Draft.”] This is a phrase I had to repeat to myself several times during our one day side-trip to Toronto. If it weren’t for the Yarn Harlot, I would probably think that Toronto was in New Hampshire. … More “I am not a stalker.”
The news in brief: Southern Ontario is beautiful. It’s full of farms and parks and history and art, and I’d like to go back. You can get the full photostory if you’re my friend on facebook; I winnowed down the pics as much as I could stand, but I couldn’t pick just one windmill picture. … More Boot Camp for the Soul
If you are overwhelmed with a house full of half-unpacked boxes, broken appliances, and ever-increasing piles of crap, there is no better solution than to just leave. We were gone last weekend, and now we’re absenting ourselves for a whole week. Tomorrow myself, my spouse, housemate A, and buddy from college are all trekking to … More Coming and Going, but mostly Going
There was supposed to be knitting in that last post – I took pictures and everything. Handspun feather & fan cowl is done. All it needs is a gentle blocking to flatten out the scallops at top and bottom, and it will be perfect. The Aristotelian form of compact neckwear. There was also a dog. … More There Was Also Knitting
I have had farming thick on the brain this week. I’ve been thinking generally about farms for ages, but the topic has taken up residence on the front burner. It started with my reading of the Cold Antler Farm and Oliver and Abraham’s blogs, which has become quasi-religious. It continued with the first actual significant … More Leisure Arts
Experiment House is very much a work in progress, but the living room/dining room is the most finished. The living room, a.k.a. the “community room,” is a pale blue that is thoroughly washed out in the picture below. The dining room is formed by an alcove and a couple of spot walls, which we finished … More Seeing Blue
It took seven hours, half a box of swiffer pads, and it completely destroyed my nails, but the final cleaning and emptying of our old apartment is complete. We are now solely and completely residents of “Experiment House.” Still on the list: Call Verizon to see why the internet is continually half-horked, even though they … More Earning a Manicure
I am almost sure the universe is trying to kill me. Normally, that would be an exaggeration. This week has included all kinds of horrible adventures that I won’t go into, such that the state of utter disarray and chaos that is “mid-moving” seems almost inconsequential. There is nothing to be done in situations like … More A Little Twee
Head librarian and fellow knitter Susanah and I took a trip to the rare books room yesterday to have a long-awaited photo shoot with the Stole Sweater. This sweater seeks to answer the question: How do you have a sweater that looks like a side-ways knit sweater from the front… But looks like a top-down … More Stole My Heart
Have you ever noticed that flowers (and other plants) turn their faces/leaves toward the morning sun? I had, of course, observed as houseplants lean themselves and their foliage toward the sunshine coming into their window. But it had never occurred to me to ask which way the same plants leaned when their source of nourishment … More Toward the Morning Sun
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