"Faith that the thing can be done is essential to any great achievement." Thomas N. Carruthers
Spent the afternoon in the studio working on the Hand book, writing things on the pages pertaining to the pictures, and glueing a few more hands in here and there. I still haven't decided how to put it together but I have my big piece of book board out and ready to cut today.Today I might get the signatures put together, will have to revisit some new ways to accomplish that on this brittle old paper.
I also have to haul out the roll of big quilts because I neglected to keep track of the measurements on one I am trying to prepare an entry form on- that means I have to clear the decks in order to get the big log unrolled, find the quilt I'm looking for, and get it de-fuzzed, measured, and ready to go. And roll up the rest all over again. Just in case it gets accepted.
(I know that participle dangles but I don't have to get graded on anything ever again.)
I have ordered yarn from two different companies and hope it arrives today so I can start something of substance instead of this blasted scarf I'll never wear. I'm using linen yarns which are beautiful BUT when I put it around my neck it's like wearing a loofah. OK, so a little exfoliation never hurt anybody, but that doesn't make it easier to wear! As soon as it's off the needles it's getting washed and dried and washed and dried and washed and dried again to see if it softens up- I *thought* the act of knitting it would do the trick, but how wrong I was!
So, that's about it except for my two martini dinner last night. I was blasted at one, but SOMEBODY ordered another whole round. I was sitting next to a woman I had met before but didn't know, and we got on famously laughing our asses off and making general fools of ourselves. By the end of the night we were about to take a road trip together. Bad idea... So, about the drinking- I was never able to drink at all, was allergic to anything with alcohol for years, a cheap date. Then I found out about Asian Alcohol Syndrome from my friend who works at a college with a huge population of young Asian girls- seems this condition is pretty common with them. They take a prilosac before they get on the bus to MIT and do just fine drinking up a storm. So I tried it and WHAMMO, I can drink without turning beet red and itching like a man on a fuzzy tree! Then I got on diabetic meds and forgot the prilosec and am still able to down a glass of wine with no pain. And also an occasional Pine Basil martini. Or two. NOW I understand why people drink, but the dogs I was singing to last night don't get it.
Another thing was that I originated in an alcoholic family which is a darn good reason not to drink. Good thing I got to this advanced age before I discovered Pine Basil martinis, eh? I feel like a friend of mine who quilt smoking a while ago with the caveat that he would start again when he turns 80 because what-the-hell.
Here's a little video of me working, always against the tides:
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A stable, believe it or not, where the royal family keeps all their vehicles from the past. Another wing contains their horses.
A cathedral
the Rikjsmuseum, above and below
(this was a FLAT ceiling, painted to look like it had dimension! Looks like there IS a use for geometry, bunnies!)
And a church where we lit some candles for some people we know with troubles. I hope nobody checks the smoke from mine or they may reverse my good wishes and hopes for them all.
Voted by a panel of ME as the cutest squirrels on earth. These are Japanese Dwarf Flying Squirrels, sorta like bats but with fur.
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