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Another Friday Fish Wrap

Oh, man.

This has been a tough week, news-wise.

My heart is heavy these days, and I feel like just ... watching the World Cup all the time.  Because it is joyous.  And seems to disregard borders and boundaries and is full of, well . . . the world.

So today, I offer you a Friday Fish Wrap.  With the hopes that it may bring you hope and maybe a little joy.  (Because - ohmygod - we need a hope and a little joy right now.)



First up, something kind of silly.  

Did you take typing class back in the days when it was really called "typing" (like . . . on typewriters) (with ribbons) and not "keyboarding?"  (I took typing in my junior year of high school -- but only for one "trimester."  Just to master the keyboard without looking and to get the basics under my belt.  I wanted to use my "electives" for things I was more interested in "electing" -- like art classes and sewing classes.)

Anyway.  If you took "typing" when I took "typing" (or, at least, in that general span of time), you learned that there were two (count'em TWO) spaces after a period at the end of a sentence.  (Right?)  End of story.  (Right?)

I was shocked decades later (when I was suddenly surrounded by much younger co-workers), to learn that my two-spaces-at-the-end-of-a-sentence had been OVERRULED.  That No-One-Did-It-That-Way-Anymore and What-Was-My-Problem because it looked funny.

I tried to change my very old and deeply ingrained habit.  I really did.  (And especially when my own kids started ragging me about it.  Mooooooom.)  (In our household, I was the Lone Wolf.  Tom never took "typing."  He is a self-taught, surprisingly efficient, two-finger typing phenom.  He never even knew about the two-space thing.  He was ahead of his time.)  

I tried to force myself to use just one space after a period.

Couldn't do it.

Gave up.

Don't care.

So, this article from The Atlantic caught my eye.  Science proves . . . that two-spaces-after-a-period is better.  (Or not.)
(But people certainly have strong feelings about it, either way.)



Next, because we can all use a little more music in our lives (and especially of the soothing variety), check out harpist Mary Lattimore's newest album.
(I'm pretty sure only people who took "typing" and remain staunch supporters of the two-space thing still call them "albums". . . )
(But I digress.)

Anyway.  Lovely music.  Calming and rather other-worldly (in that harp kind of way).  Have a listen with this little sample on YouTube.


Here we are . . . at the very tail end of June.  And June, as you know, is Pride Month.  Ever wonder how the Pride flag became the Pride flag?  Here's the story -- and it's pretty cool!  (Talk about hope - and more than a little joy.  Well.  There you go.)

And if you fiber people are interested in some very cool and Pride-full coffee mugs, check these out from The Yarnery.  (Mine are on the way.)


Next up . . . art!  

I recently discovered the work of Toronto artist Cybèle Young.  She turns inanimate objects (lawn chairs, for example, or umbrellas and wallets and keys) into amazing sea creatures.   Her brilliant sculptures remind us all that life . . . is transformation.  Everything changes all the time.  (Talk about hope.)  Check out her website!


Thinking a lot about history lately . . . and how it repeats itself?  (I know I have.)  Check out this Instagram account: @oldpicsarchive.  It's a bit like a photo museum -- full of (big reveal) . . . old pics!  Some are famous images of politicians, movie stars, and other notables, but many are just obscure old pics.  Each photo depicts a moment in history with a story all its own.  History is interesting.  Sometimes it's good to remind ourselves that we've gotten through bleak times in the past, and (because obviously we are a stupid group) we'll get through them again.  (Like I said.  Hope.)



Lastly, an action item.

I'm kinda thinking that many of you reading this blog today . . . feel like I do.  Hopeless.  Getting really tired of this shit.  Frustrated.  And just heartsick over those children separated from their parents at the borders.  I know I've been flailing around a bit.  Amazed that this can possibly be happening.  Appalled by what we've (apparently) become.  Wondering what I can do.  

Well.  Here's an idea.  TogetherRising is an organization that "transforms heartache into action."  I could tell you more about them, but it's probably best if you take a look at their website and read what they're about in their own words.  

TogetherRising has taken on the heartache we all feel about these family separations . . . and turned it into action.  They are raising money -- lots of money -- through their Love Flash Mobs (crowd-source giving).   They've also put together a comprehensive list of things to do besides making a financial donation.

So let's fill the world with hope and joy, folks.  Let's give -- and keep giving. 


Have a great weekend, everyone!


Just a Bit of Messing Around

Earlier this month, I had a notion to make myself an Alabama Chanin tunic.  Just plain-vanilla.  A single-layer black tunic using the Factory Dress pattern.


It was my first project using Natalie Chanin's new book, The Geometry of Hand-Sewing, and the Really Useful Stitching Cards that come with it.  (Those white dots you can see on my edging above?  I used a chalk pencil to mark my binding strips so I could make uniform stitches.  The dots will wash off, leaving near-perfect stitches that make me look like a better hand-stitcher than I actually am.  Highly recommend.)


I finished the tunic in record time -- but decided I wanted to mess around a bit with those Really Useful Stitching Cards and some beads. 

So I marked up the front edge of my tunic . . . 


dumped out a bunch of beads . . . 


and started messing around.

The trick here is . . . moderation, mixed with a bit of random.  I'm working slowly, just a little at a time.  I want to be sure I strike the right balance of bling here -- nothing too uniform, and nothing overdone.

So far, I like it . . . 


this particular kind of messing around!

What are you working on this week?


Be sure to stop in at Kat's to read other Unraveled posts this week.


This year, I've really been working hard to create space for myself.  Not just physical space (although there has been a lot of that), but also headspace.*


For some reason, it's been a struggle to allow myself the time and space to just . . . think.  To work things out.  To mess around and play with thoughts and ideas.  It seems frivolous, somehow.  A little self-indulgent.  

But I'm feeling a strong pull to do it anyway. 

You see, I've got a few Big Ideas . . . and if I don't take some time to think them through, well, I know I'll never think them through.

So.  I hereby give myself permission!  

Who knows where this will all end up.  Maybe nowhere.  Or maybe somewhere.  But I'm going to just . . . let myself hang out kind of close to the edge for awhile.

And see.






Shine Like the Sun

"I am Summer, come to lure you away from your computer... come dance on my fresh grass, dig your toes into my beaches."      ~Oriana Green


It is the summer solstice . . . the longest day of the year.  Celebrate the sun today.

  1. Get outside and bask in the light.  Take a walk.  Maybe plant something.
  2. Reflect on the year at its mid-point.  Where have you been?  Where do you want to go?
  3. Look for the good in your life, and give thanks.  Shine like the sun.

Happy summer solstice!


Be sure to visit Carole and check out other Three on Thursday posts today.

One Week . . .

I'm not a fast knitter.  

I guess that's not it, exactly.  I just don't finish things quickly.  I am not one of those always-knitting people, y'know?  I like to knit a little every day.  But it's often just that . . . a little.

I don't think I've ever knit anything in just (cue soundtrack) . . . One Week

Until last week.


Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'


Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy


One week!

(Ravelry details here.)


Hop over to Kat's to read other Unraveled posts today.


Keeping Things Zen

I'm trying to keep my cool this week.  To stay focused.  Practice mindfulness.  Keep it . . . Zen.


The downside to spending so much time up north is, of course, catching up with All The Things when you're at home again.  
So this week is full of appointments and meetings.  
While prepping for a big party on Friday.  
An outdoor party in the garden.
With rain in the forecast. 
Which means activating Plan B prep.  Just in case.

Zen.  I need to keep it Zen.

Because everything will work out.
And life is good.