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Some of last year’s Christmas crafts.

I’m aiming to make hand-crafted holiday gifts this year as well--except for books and music, everything should be made by hand.

I may actually make a dent in the stash!

#quilting #quilt

My hand-quilted version of Carolyn Friedlander’s “Collection Quilt.” I made this with some of her Carkai fabric and Janet Clare’s Nocturne collection.

Dulcinea asks: “What is needle-turn appliqué and why can’t I sit on it?”

#quilt #collection quilt #carolyn friedlander #carkai #janet clare #needle turn applique

My Fuzzy Valentine.

#knitting #batman #valentine

Thanks, by W. S. Merwin

Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water looking out in different directions. back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you looking up from tables we are saying thank you in a culture up to its chin in shame living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the back door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks that use us we are saying thank you with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you with the animals dying around us our lost feelings we are saying thank you with the forests falling faster than the minutes of our lives we are saying thank you with the words going out like cells of a brain with the cities growing over us like the earth we are saying thank you faster and faster with nobody listening we are saying thank you we are saying thank you and waving dark though it is --"Thanks" by W.S. Merwin

#thanksgiving #poetry #w.s. merwin

Japanese Fairytale Quilt

I've finished my first quilt, which is chock-full of deliciously cute Japanese fairytale prints. I'm especially loving the samurai Puss-in-Boots.

#quilting #kawaii #red riding hood #big bad wolf #fairytale

Cross-country skiing in Tabernash. The snow came down.

#winter

A TARDIS phonebooth, knit-bombed by certain crafty Whovians who shall not be named. Currently at the Festival Playhouse in Old Town Arvada.

#doctor who #knitting #knit bombing #tardis #whovian

The Secret World of Arrietty. Another beautiful Ghibli film depicting handcrafts, domestic labor, and a deep love for the natural world.

#studio ghibli #arrietty #knitting

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Kwaidan // dir. Masaki Kobayashi

#kwaidan #masaki kobayashi

This greedy robin is eating all our hawthorn berries.

#birds #winter

Lines run. Pages turn. Hours pass. The silence is utter. All Istanbul is outside the window, but it seems muted, slowed, suspended in golden heat, mellified. Ayşe glances up to refresh her eyes. Arabic imposes a rhythm, a diction, a direction on the world different from the left-to-right, up and down of Roman alphabets. The room is cut free from time; it could be a hundred years from now, a thousand years ago. Sacred time. Ayşe understands it now. The words run. The words run. Look for what the eye of faith overlooks. See with the eye of the unbeliever, with the eye of the dealer, the merchant. Light moves across the room.

A glorious passage from The Dervish House by Ian McDonald.

#quotes #literature #ian mcdonald #the dervish house

Some mornings, she'd wake and vow, Today I will get it right. I won't be such an awful mess of a girl. I won't lose my temper or make unkind remarks. I won't go too far with a joke and feel the room go quiet with disapproval. I'll be good and kind and sensible and patient. The sort everyone loves. But by evening her good intentions would have unraveled. She'd take a dare she shouldn't, just to be noticed. Perhaps Mabel was right, and she was selfish. But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

#libba bray #the diviners #quotes