Scenes From Record Store Day

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The first place we went to (Graywhale) still had a line out the door at 2:30 and we just turned right around. I was feeling discouraged, but Doc reminded me that the other record store I wanted to visit (Randy’s) had an ice cream place next door and why don’t we just go and get ice cream and check it out? (What a gem he is.)

After an affogato break, we walked right in to Randy’s and I found the jazz and soul albums I wanted, plus a couple used ones. At the register, I asked if they’d already sold out of the R. Carlos Nakai Navajo flute release, and got a very long look from the cashier.

“No,” he said, “We didn’t even get that in. We all thought it was a weird release. But I can special order it for you? Gets here Thursday.”

So I special ordered the weird release like the weird old lady I am and took all my records home to listen to them. The end!

Friday Links

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1. Tomorrow is Record Store Day and I’m going to hope that not everyone wants R. Carlos Nakai’s Canyon Trilogy on vinyl (for the first time!) and try my luck in the afternoon, vs lining up at an ungodly hour in the morning. I also have my eye on some jazz and soul. We’ll see!

2. Here for this: The mystery of the lost Roman herb

3. I haven’t gotten in any water out in nature in a long time and I can tell. Maybe I need to find a waterfall this weekend:

 

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Thursday Poem

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Sometimes an Instagram poem just hits right. Maybe I need to write that last line on my hand so I can remember it–as my therapist says, “If you’re going to spend your energy imagining the future, why not imagine the best possible outcome?”

 

In Aggressive Pursuit of Joy
for Lesley

by Danielle Coffyn

Andrea Gibson once said joy is a muscle
you build by dancing when you’re inclined
to stay in bed. My friend survives a blood clot
& falls in love with living. Welcomes wrinkles
& silver strands. Bench presses sunshine,
azalea, stargazing in the desert. Some seasons
we cannot escape biopsy results, bad bosses
& unpaid bills, sobbing every morning
in the shower. Pain is the currency of existence.
If each new day is unknown, why not spend
our time in aggressive pursuit of joy?

Happy Birthday, Mom

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My mom would have been 78 today. I think she’d still be biking and gardening and wanting to travel. Maybe the two of us would go back to Paris. Maybe we’d all go to Hawaii again as a family.

A woman and man in their 50s stand on a beach next to two carved Hawaiian figures

Sometimes, thinking of the alternate timeline is really hard. But at least it’s gotten easier and easier to just think of her, to realize our life with her will never go away, that it happened and it shaped us and we’ll always have that.

Happy birthday, Mom. We love you.

Tuesday Sweater Progress: Soon!

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Apparently, sweater knitting is either all or nothing with me. I’ve been going all-out for six weeks on my J. Crew-ish rollneck sweater and all I have left to do is some length on the sleeves and body!

An almost-finished washed blue sweater with red stripes laid out on on orange ottoman.

It was 80 degrees in March so I’m not sure I’ll be able to wear this until the fall (or the next alarmingly mild winter) but I think it’s going to be really nice–oversized and classic and (most importantly) NOT ITCHY.

Niche Playlists

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Vinyl records are currently 90% of my personality and now I’m doing the [undiagnosed but let’s be honest here] autism spectrum trait of “go EXTREMELY deep on a hobby.”

Salt Lake City has a newer listening bar that only plays vinyl; they held a “Sunday Service” on Easter of jazz and soul. Their Instagram showed the playlist for the afternoon so of course I had to recreate it on Apple Music so I could hear all these rare tracks. (Here’s the link.)

Screenshot of an Instagram story with a printed program of music on a bar with a glass of wine

 

And if really niche jazz albums weren’t enough to get into, there’s even more niche international releases. Vietnamese pre-1975 soul, anyone??

In Praise of Lifting

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I was talking to some of my gym friends yesterday and realized that right around this time is the 8th anniversary of me starting weight training, if you count the continuing ed class I took to get started. (I joined my gym in June 2018; here’s a report from that July when I couldn’t even bench the bar).

Now I can deadlift 150% of my body weight, squat 115%, and bench 75% (we’re getting there), and just existing in the world is so much easier and smoother. I saw a Reddit post asking, “Muscular women of Reddit how does it actually feel to build and carry that strength?” this morning and, well, they said it all:

 

Mentally, I do feel more confident and empowered. I know I can show up for myself, I know that I’m disciplined, I know that I can do hard things.

 

I feel more capable and confident. I carry myself differently, I’m more aggressive and less apologetic. My body image issues are gone. I appreciate my body for what it can do, not what it looks like. But it has been healing to look strong and not “pretty” after being terrified of looking “bulky” for so long. Finally. Peace.

 

You feel more safe in the world. You learn to trust yourself through stressful experiences.

 

Mentally I feel grounded and clear. I cannot imagine my life without lifting and hope to never have to. I will never have enough muscle and the feeling is just wow. I look forward to the gym each day. I love everything I eat and it happens to align with my goals. Getting stronger over the years, putting on size, it all makes you feel so confident and capable of anything. Obviously you look amazing too, but that pales in comparison to how it makes you feel. Just alive and full of joy.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Matchy-Matchy

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I finally made some matching machine covers for the Luxury Sewing Lair so now the decorating is all done.
Three covered sewing machines in a row on a long table.

Look at all those matching machines! I used the Closet Core free patterns  for this but adjusted them for my machines: I cut the serger/coverstitch one down about an inch in width and two inches in height based on the last time I made it since it’s a little big for a Juki. And I had to add quite a bit of width/length for the sewing machine cover, since my 740 is about twice the size of a regular machine.


A sewing machine with a cover on it. The cover has a print of a Japanese pine tree in white and green on a dark teal background.

The fabric is from Spoonflower. I just guessed quantities and got a yard of their heavier sateen wideback. At 108″ I was just able to fit all three covers on there, but I didn’t have enough to make a table pocket for the back of the machine cover.

That 6.5 oz sateen is a nice substrate, though. Part of me wants to get more printed so I can have a pillow on the couch that matches the machine covers, but that might be getting a little TOO matchy-matchy.