Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
just thinking
I thought about a new blog just for writing. Is is possible to have too many blogs? Or am I compartmentalizing myself -one blog for social networking- from my phone no less, one for fiber y pursuits, one for poetical ramblings. Does it never end? Shall I make one for baking scones and yet another for custards? It is hard to tell. A difficult, if not critical, question. One does not wish to burn the candle at both ends, wear one's self too thin ( little danger, dears), and avoid at all costs, putting all of one's eggs in a basket. Or is it putting too little of one's eggs in a basket? Oh never mind.
The writing blog has been created. It has, at present, no content. It is a hollow vessel. A ghost ship, a mere shadow of its once and future self. (well did you expect it to remain empty once it was announced...?) As I consider it going out on a limb, to share ones fragile inner musings on a blog, an internet, very public, type of journal, I have named it "Escarpmenting", as in stepping out onto a an overhanging cliff. (the more curious among you may wonder, "Overhanging what?". Do not be so cynical.)
As I ponder which missive with which to make my maiden voyage, I will leave you with a photo that I snapped whilst speeding along the high way during my daily predawn commute. I will not respond to questions as to who was actually at the wheel. It may have been Mr. Quiltcontemplation.
The writing blog has been created. It has, at present, no content. It is a hollow vessel. A ghost ship, a mere shadow of its once and future self. (well did you expect it to remain empty once it was announced...?) As I consider it going out on a limb, to share ones fragile inner musings on a blog, an internet, very public, type of journal, I have named it "Escarpmenting", as in stepping out onto a an overhanging cliff. (the more curious among you may wonder, "Overhanging what?". Do not be so cynical.)
As I ponder which missive with which to make my maiden voyage, I will leave you with a photo that I snapped whilst speeding along the high way during my daily predawn commute. I will not respond to questions as to who was actually at the wheel. It may have been Mr. Quiltcontemplation.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Portable lunch kit.
I am packing sewing tools and getting in a few stitches at lunch. It
is a healthy and cheap alternative to buying lunch in the mall food
court. So I save money, eat better and I have some blocks made. Win
Win .
Pictured are inklingo blocks in progress from POTC collection. And as
you can see some one's bunny made an early visit.
is a healthy and cheap alternative to buying lunch in the mall food
court. So I save money, eat better and I have some blocks made. Win
Win .
Pictured are inklingo blocks in progress from POTC collection. And as
you can see some one's bunny made an early visit.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
New Dresden plate block
I love this dark blue back round, but it may be too dark.
O well love is love. I am going to give it a go.
O well love is love. I am going to give it a go.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
humor in a darkened room.
When they do breast needle biopsies they insert tiny magnetic chips in the incision so that they may easily find the site in the event that they have to revisit. At last count I had maybe eight of these.But the mind recoils at such counts and I really do not remember how many i have had done. O'Ryan, the nurse, say about forty thousand.
So last night, after work and a long commute home, I am on the table in a darkened room (did I mention this was maybe nine o'clock?) with the doc and nurse and the ultra sound operator.
Dr. B. asks the nurse for the chip. I say, " Will this trigger security at the airport?" ( I always ask this question.) With no hesitation, Carol, the ultrasound tech says,
"No. At midnight Doctor B will sound the call, and all of his women will stream out onto the street in their nightgowns with their arms out stretched....."
"Ok then, I ask, will this procedure make my boobs saggier?'
"Au contraire!" says the doctor, now they will point north!"
giggle snort.
So last night, after work and a long commute home, I am on the table in a darkened room (did I mention this was maybe nine o'clock?) with the doc and nurse and the ultra sound operator.
Dr. B. asks the nurse for the chip. I say, " Will this trigger security at the airport?" ( I always ask this question.) With no hesitation, Carol, the ultrasound tech says,
"No. At midnight Doctor B will sound the call, and all of his women will stream out onto the street in their nightgowns with their arms out stretched....."
"Ok then, I ask, will this procedure make my boobs saggier?'
"Au contraire!" says the doctor, now they will point north!"
giggle snort.
Friday, March 05, 2010
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