Who says yes to a 6:30 a.m. meeting? In a strange place? And an unfamiliar route to get there? It will be an adventure. I turn out… Read more “Outside the Circle”
This is a project I am proud of. I first started going to the Tuesday morning chapel sessions after I visited the building a saw how awesome… Read more “Podcasts for MIT Chapel”
Sometimes I want to declare something. “I went cross country skiiing” or “I made this beautiful Meyer Lemon Upside-Down Cake.” But sometimes it is my attempt to… Read more “Facebook Feedback”
Who awakes craving a French Grammar? I was dreaming that I was being quizzed in French and I really wanted to make an intelligent attempt at selecting… Read more “French Grammar”
Colored Threads and Stitches
When I stitch the date 2013 into a project that has spanned much too much time, it is time to finish it up. The stitches are slow. I work multiple needles at once. And I want to move on. I want to explore larger projects, larger in scale that is. These little pixels of wool offer too little of a reward. So what do I do? I post this picture on the web. An effort at speech. Do others invest their leisure in this projects that consume precious hours? I know some that can do these while watching TV. Not I. Even my eyes beg for natural light to better see the web of the canvas where stitches go diagonally, where colors need the light to distinguish a blue from a light blue, an orange from a pink.
A quiet moment to reflect. My table top upon which I write gives the setting a certain symmetry. I breath in the quiet. I am alone. I am also one of the women at the window, enjoying a friendship that mirrors pleasures. We had looked at a lot of art. Those pictures now recede into a stillness.