So the jacket is finished, and I really like it. Once the weather cools off, it's going to be my go to.
All the seams are clean finished in different ways depending on location.
Then falling down laughing at the whole idea. The weird thing in my throat is nothing more sinister than a trick of reflection.
The diagonal scarf, don't worry, I won't push yet another pic at you, is underway, and the next thing on the horizon is fabric dyeing and papermaking.
Half the chest freezer is for the raw materials, in fact the reason I bought it
Half is for food. Admittedly, to the untrained observer, it's hard to tell which is which.
Seems like a fair distribution. And I was reminded about my dyeing and papermaking plans by my neighbor's disaster recounted in Here
I need to do the papermaking before the weather gets cold, because it's outdoor work on account of the gallons of water involved.
Which reminds me, as I searched for the right word there, of a dear artist friend with whom I showed in a group, wonderful pastel painter.
We hadn't had a group meeting for a while and she asked me if she'd missed anything. I said, no, I think we're in abeyance right now. Whereupon she said indignantly, "Nobody told me they were traveling!"
