Listening to some pop music recently, I noticed how little truth or value there is in the words of many of my old favorites. I particularly questioned “All I Need Is a Miracle” by Mike and the Mechanics. It’s a terrific song, upbeat, great walking tempo; not so heavy on Message. I mean to say, “All I need is a miracle, all I need is you”?
I would seriously avoid a person who needed only me.
Been trying my hand at knitting and crocheting lately. (Pin loom weaving is kind of on hold, though technically I’m working on making a Lego movie Emmet for my young neighbor…) I’m also doing a lot of rigid heddle weaving. I like to have something for my hands to do while my ears listen to books. (In the past few weeks my husband has read A Town Like Alice, Moby-Dick, and Adrift to me. We’re about halfway through Little Britches now.)
Probably to no one’s surprise, the thing I like best about knitting and crochet is trying out new pattern stitches. (Beginning to wonder if this isn’t just pin loom weaving in disguise.)
Knitted lace sample drying on the blocking mat
You can pronounce “aaah” in a couple of ways—ah, as in father; this connotes contentment; or a, as in cat; connoting panic, terror, or perhaps excitement at facing a daunting new adventure.
I’ve marked Artwork as one of the categories to which this post belongs because I spent gobs of time designing the project I’ve begun (even though I haven’t started weaving). It’s going to be an interesting and challenging project.
Emmet from The Lego Movie
I’m of two minds when it comes to finishing stuff—I both like and don’t like it.
I like finishing things I don’t like and don’t like finishing things I do like. Profound, eh?
Finished this just today