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Autumn Braid class at Wiffle Tree Quilts
Pattern from: Quiltin’ Tia
Quiltworks Cozy Quilt Shop
2940 Jamacha Rd, Ste H,
El Cahon, CA 92019
Work in progress for a new Clojure t-shirt design.
The quote is from Rich's "Clojure in Depth" tutorial at the 2009 International Lisp Conference.
I haven't decided if I'm going to bother with a design on the front -- there's no sense putting a zodiac sign as suggested in the Knitty pattern because it's very up in the air whether this baby will be a Scorpio or a Sagittarius.
I'm plugging away on it - it's my lunchtime knitting, for the most part. Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock in Ravenswood and Gold Hill.
Headshot of an original character I'm working on. It's my 1st attempt at a OC and I like the direction it's headed. Only a few tweaks to the mask and the head will be done.
Getting ready to sculpt a face!
Blogged:
www.nonesuchgarden.com/index/2012/07/the-birth-of-a-sprou...
I'm lucky that my roommate doesn't mind that I often take up our kitchen table and use it as my workspace. I have a desk, but no desk chair. And our kitchen is kind of perfect.
..And yes, those ARE two keys missing from my keyboard. My fault.
Damn that wood trim looks even WORSE now. Glad we decided to stain the floors instead of going with natural!
I'm trying to keep in mind all of the companion planting rules. Any suggestions are welcome. The plot is about 8 x 15 feet - perhaps a bit wider... and longer... because I keep enlarging it little by little each year.
When I was making George last week I took a few photos of him while he was still unfinished. Here's a glimpse of my pattern-writing style, and my awesome SpongeBob pencil.
but we're approaching the home stretch. Notice the difference in color between this image which is an older Adobe installation that I've been using for a while, and the previous image which is a new installation. Clearly I have some infernally inscrutable buried color workspace/calibration issues to hunt down.
Hace tiempo que vi el tutorial de Page McNall por flickr, y me apetecía probarlo. Por ahora las piezas estan sin acabar, pero es una forma fácil y sencilla para hacer cuentas huecas.
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The apple tree that stands outside my bedroom window is my favorite drying
rack for yarn in the summer. In the winter it serves as home for many of my
bird feeders and the twiggy canopy serves the tiny birds well as they dart
around with the seeds I fill the feeders with. In the spring there is a
beautiful halo of pink bloom and in the summer a shady area for cats to play
and birds to sing. The fall's fruit is small and bitter, but the glories of
the spring more than make up for it. As I hung up skeins of Shetland/mohair
handspun, I saw that the buds are bursting into leaves.
When I was a child here there were several apple trees around the farm, old
standards that even then were gnarled with age and untended. A small
orchard once stood above the house with a double row of trees that bore
cooking apples". I never knew the varieties. Another in the yard stood
right outside the porch door; when I was very small I remember playing on
the porch in an old corner cupboard there and looking out at the spring
bloom of the tree.
My favorite tree when I was a child was a towering giant that bore yellow
apples with a sweet flavor. My grandfather called it Yellow Delicious,
although the flavor of those long ago apples was nothing like today's
variety. The apples were small: no one really looked after the trees, and
thin-skinned. We picked them off the tree to eat when they were ripe but
you had to be careful of worms!
I loved the tree because the trunk sloped up, then between two huge branches
was the perfect spot to sit and read beneath the shade of the leaves. I
spent hours in the summer there, reading my favorite books while cats and
kittens romped around the tree. One year I remember that a bird; I think it
was a robin, built a nest in a hollow below my reading place. When I came
home the tree was still standing, and greeted me my first year here with a
beautiful, soft pink bloom. The next winter it fell; finally brought down
by time and the elements. I still miss it!