"i thought the world needed love and a steady hand"

A couple of years ago, I picked up the hobby of unknitting sweaters from goodwill. Not to reclaim the yarn, just because the act of untangling things gave me a great deal of pleasure. One of my very small dreams is to be presented with a giant knot of yarn (or things) and asked to sort it into its component parts.

My 101 things in 1001 days lists includes finding a thing to decoupage. At the moment, the frontrunners are a lightswitch panel, or finding a wooden bracelet. I rescued a trashed Hamlet and a not very good translation of Dante's Inferno from our to-be-donated pile, and intend to massacre both of them to pull out words I want to wear/keep. Though I never use vases (it turns out I have many small animals who enjoy the gravity game) one of the vases I have kept is something Media bought me off of etsy that is a winebottle wrapped in lines from Alice in Wonderland.

I continue cross-stitching. It doesn't scratch the itch entirely, I still wish for something to do with my hands on the bus, or at concerts, something that I can do in low light and/or bumpy roads. But it's small, and fiddly, and doesn't require any artistic inclinations whatever. It's a little like Latin that way (not that translation can't be art) but once upon a time, it was a little bit like math, a thing that could be solved for, given enough time and information.

Fuss, fidget, fuss. I'm actually in a pretty good mood, just a little twitchy.

"i thought the world needed love and a steady hand"

A couple of years ago, I picked up the hobby of unknitting sweaters from goodwill. Not to reclaim the yarn, just because the act of untangling things gave me a great deal of pleasure. One of my very small dreams is to be presented with a giant knot of yarn (or things) and asked to sort it into its component parts.

My 101 things in 1001 days lists includes finding a thing to decoupage. At the moment, the frontrunners are a lightswitch panel, or finding a wooden bracelet. I rescued a trashed Hamlet and a not very good translation of Dante's Inferno from our to-be-donated pile, and intend to massacre both of them to pull out words I want to wear/keep. Though I never use vases (it turns out I have many small animals who enjoy the gravity game) one of the vases I have kept is something Media bought me off of etsy that is a winebottle wrapped in lines from Alice in Wonderland.

I continue cross-stitching. It doesn't scratch the itch entirely, I still wish for something to do with my hands on the bus, or at concerts, something that I can do in low light and/or bumpy roads. But it's small, and fiddly, and doesn't require any artistic inclinations whatever. It's a little like Latin that way (not that translation can't be art) but once upon a time, it was a little bit like math, a thing that could be solved for, given enough time and information.

Fuss, fidget, fuss. I'm actually in a pretty good mood, just a little twitchy.