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.
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 live next door to the most delightful family under heaven. (They may blush when they read this, but they’ve given me new interest in a life that had become pretty darn stale.) There are five children in this family, all under the age of nine years. Each is uniquely delightful and has characteristics that link up with my various uniquenesses; I don’t have a favorite among them.
One of these youngsters loves to challenge my creativity. He has a gift for envisioning what he wants to create-through-me (when he’s older he won’t need my help anymore). He also has a gift for helping me see how I can do it. He’s 5 1/2 years old.
Fall 2018—when he was barely five years old he asked me to make an Olaf costume for his stuffed Mickey Mouse. I was boggled. “Yeah, how?” But he gestured it all out in a way that I could see it, and voila! Mickey Olaf.
Three and a half years ago, when I started pin loom weaving and subsequently learned to spin yarn, I didn’t know that one day I would arrive at exactly what I hoped to achieve.
These three handspun yarns all have one ply in common; the second ply is different for each.