So I have a month's worth of work to catch up on. Your point? I mean, I had this waiting to be played with
not to mention all that yarn (let's not mention it--I have so much I brought home that I've got that deer-in-the-headlights feeling. Do I start with the sock yarn? The cotton for sweatshirts? The wool?) In the meantime, all I've done is spin up most of the Holoween roving I bought at Downtown Yarns in NY. I try to learn something new on each project, and this will be learning to keep colors in a roving relatively separate and I suppose Andean plying, since I want to keep from barberpoling the plied yarn, too.
I worked full days Tuesday and Wednesday, so today I took a half day off, claiming jet-lag. I started weaving a headscarf:
I also worked on gathering the lyrics to the songs from Betty Buckley's new show at the Carlyle. I went last Saturday night to see it with some friends (B's birthday present was *not* having to come with us!). I wish she'd do more songs by 60s and 70s singers--Jefferson whatever-their-airborne-mode-of-transportation-is, James Taylor, Joni Mitchell--she knocks those songs right out of the park. And I adore her humorous songs (I wish Lyle Lovett would write one just for her). I like the belt and torch songs less--she seems to me to still be that little girl with the large voice looking for approval from her parents and teachers; her whole persona changes when she's doing 1940s songs or tales of unrequited love.
Herself is at the Carlyle until the end of this week; I'd go again if I could. She's looking and sounding better than she has anytime this decade. Texas must agree with her.
The other reason I'm playing hooky? If I were working, I'd be paying attention to the Israeli news, and that's just wrist-slitting depressing. Read Biur Chametz if you want to know what I mean. Sheesh. My 13 year old, who's politically active, has tld me she doesn't want to go down to Gush Katif when [if] there's the eviction--she's scared the army will kill people, and, she said, "I don't want to die." What is this country coming to when a kid is more afraid of her country's own army than of the enemy?
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It is frightening and depressing, and one of your pictures is just dark, nothing to look at.
My eldest, much older than yours probably, is still very traumatized by Yamit.
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