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so i finally decide to trace those shadow branches i love so much, and turns out the housebound ham-cat loves them, too:

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having a bit of a blueblah day here. left my sewing machine, fabrics, threads, and other creative fiber paraphernalia at j’underneath. was only going to be here for 2 busy, filled nights, so no need to haul it home.
then the plans changed, and we stayed.
had a rather lazy day today. phoebe (our corgi child) woke [...]

I love looking at the ocean
I love hearing the ocean
but I hate the sand
and I hate the salt.
I’m not supposed to,
of course.
Who in their right mind
hates being on the beach?
Salt on my fingers
annoys me, too.
I like french fries,
like eating them with my fingers.
I eat a couple
then wipe, wipe, wipe
my fingers
until all the tiny annoying
grains
are gone.
When [...]

If Victoria really does have a secret, I sure do wish she’d share it with me.
One recent wild and crazy evening, I ventured into the local Victoria’s Secret store with my daughter. It’s been years since I was measured for a bra. Decades. Millenniums.
When we were twelve, Pam’s mother interrupted our play time one day [...]

I’m from the Ballard kitchen table . . .
Where using the back door is a sign of intimacy.
Where we knew it was company when someone used the front door, requiring us to holler out an apology for taking so long to open the door that was perpetually locked and stuck tight.
I’m from the Ballard kitchen [...]

The best way to find the true grain of fabric is to rip it.
Ignoring questions I hurl at myself about Why and How and What will I do with it afterwards and Who will be interested in it anyway and Where will I store it, I find the true grain of every piece of fabric [...]