The new seasonal Liberty of London collection is out and I just have to keep telling myself I do NOT need more fabric. Because it’s all pretty great, especially these prints:
“Glastonbury A“- can you imagine a skirt with a deep ruffle?
“Cloud Nine” – would make such a great “business but party” button-up.
I do NOT need more fabric, I do NOT need more fabric…
It’s Labo(u)r Day for the rest of the world, aka International Workers’ Day. Remember, unless you’re the one running the company, you’re a worker and the people at the top are profiting from your labor. (And if you are running the company, I hope your workers unionize.) Just remember: there are more of us than there are bosses.
SOMEONE is ELEVEN tomorrow, which is so much closer to “driving a car” than it was to “toddler,” omg.
I was looking through old pictures for this post and as much as he was a delight as a baby, he’s exponentially more of a delight now as a young adult: Still happy, still scary-smart, still wanting to track everything down to the final “why”…but also gracious and generous and quick to make sure you don’t feel embarrassed or excluded.
I love how that open, waiting look he does has been around since he was little.It kind of sums him up: Direct, patient, ready to let you in on the joke or explain a fact.
Happy birthday, Bubbs! We love you.
I last posted this just over two years ago, when the ‘rona was new and terrifying and we’d just had an earthquake. I’m worried about different things now but it’s still soothing. One of Mary’s best.
I Worried
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
(From Swan: Poems and Prose Poems)
This month has felt like 5 years, if we’re being honest.
Anxious? Me?
Big mood:
Actual mood:
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I haven’t felt very inspired or motivated in the sewing room but I’m working on a wearable test of the Closet Core Carolyn Pajamas. It just needs buttons and hems and it is very wearable, even elegant–and I want a life where I wear elegant blouses, not a life where work is a sinking ship and it’s hard to find a new job that sounds (and pays) acceptable and Toby relapsed right after we finished his medicine (he’s back on medicine again as of yesterday, it’s kicking in slowly) and I pace around the house feeling anxious.
Maybe I should go back to sewing fleeces for other people. At least then there wouldn’t be the disconnect between Life as I’m Dressing For It and Life as It Is.
I have a hard time voluntarily going back into snow when it’s melted in the valley, so our last trip to Millcreek was at the end of February. But we scoped it out yesterday and the first few trailheads are all the way clear! I’d forgotten what a mood lift being in the mountains is.
These pics are from a new route on the Rattlesnake Gulch trail, with switchbacks and a grade of 8% (vs the 18% from the old trail). A good way to get back into it.
1. Anne Helen Petersen writing in Bon Appetit: There Is No Such Thing as “Junk” Food. PREACH.
Food hierarchies dividing junk from everything else…are, in truth, sorting mechanisms. They’re a way of categorizing people by class, education, race, and size without saying you’re categorizing them by class, education, race, and size. And they are almost entirely maintained by those with the privileges and preferences that place them at the top of the hierarchy itself.
2. Sewing coverage in Bazaar: Learning to Sew at the End of the World. It’s pretty well-researched but I take issue with saying that sewing “is not for the faint of heart.” ANY skill has nuance that takes a lifetime to learn, but the basics of sewing are about as hard as the basics of driving a car. Most drivers aren’t at a Formula One level and that’s ok–just enjoy your hobby at any skill level and practice as much (or as little) as you want.
3. I found a cut of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis set to Kraftwerk and it looks great. I am looking forward to watching this tonight with the sound up and my brain OFF after a hard week.
Well, the vet didn’t see any red flags for serious problems, didn’t think we needed to run any tests yet, left us with “kitty kaopectate” and some probiotics to mix in his food, and told us to text him updates. (A vet that texts! And comes to your house!!) He was a lovely man, very reassuring–beatific, even–and handled Toby as little as possible to not stress him out.
Here is proof that he texts!
And here is Toby forgiving me for making him stay in the bathroom with a stranger for two minutes:
Toby seems tired today but he didn’t get a lot of sleep yesterday, between Matt and me being home and then the vet visit and all the washes required afterwards. The kitty kaopectate seems to be working, though!
We have the mobile vet coming in the window between 9:00 and 1:00 today and I’m barely holding it together. As you can see from this pic last Monday, Toby is mostly his usual self, and I bet we can address the other issues with some different food.
But my anxiety started whispering, “What if it’s cancer? What if we can’t fix it?” over the weekend and now it’s pretty much screaming that in my brain. So either way, it will be good to talk to the vet and get something concrete to worry about.
We’ll take all the good energy and prayers you want to send, and thank you.