Saturday, February 23, 2013


This is the bag (or bin or bunch or bucket) of blocks that I have chosen to work on for the Linten challenge. There are 59 of them sewn into circles. The edges have to be closed and the round parts folded inward to make a square and then yet can be stitched together. That's the plan. It took me ten days to her them off the shelf. What are the odds of finishing by Easter?

Sunday, February 10, 2013

little nothings

The snow from the great blizzard of 2013 has been cleared and here in coastal New York, it is life as usual.

 In other areas the storm was much more ferocious and incapacitating. The Long Beach trains were not running but I made it to the Rockville Centre station and managed to get to work in the city. Fotunately Mike was able to come in and get me so I did not have to navigate the rail system to get home. 
Luke is officially seven months old and is very wonderful. He is of course very advanced and delightful in all ways and charms us endlessly. 

things I have been working on:
I have been writing every day as per my resolution. It is a small enough thing to do each day and it is acheivable. I am working slowly on the triangle quilt and small knitted objects. I bought a pattern for a sweater from the 2013 Brooklyn Tweed book that I plan to make for a certain someone. and that is all of the sweet nothings that I have in play on this Valentines Week. 
Do something sweet for someone you love and accept all such offerings with equal parts joy and gratitude. 
(words of wisdom are free)

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Winter lines

Here we weren't affected 
By the storm 
By the rushing, blind water

Here where the steel rises gray and bleak and insentient -
Our minds are like that sometimes. Able to rise above.
Able to resist the surge

Like emotions, swelling,
changing entire landscapes. 
Altering them

And yet we think to resist. 
We think we can stem the tide. 
Divert the mighty ocean. 

It is the ocean,
I tell you. 
We do not even matter. 
Even after we return to her 
abject or ashes,
even then we do not matter.