Passport photos make everyone look like a terrorist. You know it’s true. Please don’t tell me that your photo is worse. Nothing could possibly be worse than whatever the hell is up with my Alfalfa hair. The girl who took this photo at Kinkos ten years ago didn’t say a word. Presumably she looked through…
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Come Saturday morning
Last week at this time I was on a bus, traveling from Hackney to Barking, an area of London I’ve never visited before. Barking is a rather odd little place, about as far east from the center of the city as it is possible to live, and still call yourself a Londoner. I was in…
I will put my feet up. I promise. Later.
Life’s been a bit of whirlwind over the past couple of weekends, with much visiting with friends, a lot of sketching, many good meals, occasionally perhaps a wee bit too much wine, and even a little knitting. The trip to London this past weekend was, as ever, both incredibly stimulating and completely exhausting. Being used…
Orange things
The handspun yarn currently on my needles began life as a Shetland fleece Tonia gave me for my birthday, about 8 years ago. Do you remember this yarn? I talked it about in a podcast a couple of years ago. This is the yarn that I tried to dye red using avocado peels, pits, and…
#debill
I write with a somewhat heavy heart this morning, having watched over the last 48 hours the Parliamentary #debacle that was the #debill. (Please forgive the twitter speak. I’ve been using hashtags for a couple of days now, and it’s proving hard to stop.) In the ten years I’ve lived in Britain, aside from the…