This looks rather like a roof. Perhaps four floors is where we will end?
Poetry in Motion, picture taken while in motion.
Okay, not IN motion, but while the bus was stopped. I really liked Ngoc Le’s poem.
And the fourth floor cometh. As does the light.
Will we top out at four floors? Stay tuned.
Special sign tape?
I wonder if there is special sign tape we don’t know about, or if they use the same stuff as everyone else. The blue tape could be painter’s tape. But I don’t know about the red tape.
Amen Hulk! I’ve been there.
Only people who have put duvet covers on would get this, but it’s totally spot on. I have a method to keep me sane, but even my method involves a lot of deep breathing.
Stop Sign Shadow
I’ve never walked by this building just at the time that the sun was casting this particular shadow. But I’m glad I did today.
This Mosaic by this guy. Don’t forget.
An incredibly beautiful mosaic. And a hand-written sharpie sign saying who made the mosaic. Maybe mosaic people need to find a better way to sign their work?
Seamwork Florence bralette. Part I cutting
Here you see the bones of the Florence, which is one of the patterns that came with the subscription to February’s Seamwork Issue. I ordered all the materials to make the bralette (sort of a lightweight bra) and for the Geneva, which is the companion underwear pattern. Here, you can see that I did not need two full yards of lace. This makes me rather grumpy.
Also, the total yardage for both patterns called for 1.25 yards of stretch satin. But here, with some creative laying out, I can get four pairs of underwear and material for two bras. Had I known that, I would have ordered a bit more lace.
See how nicely this pattern piece fits into the bits of space for the underwear?
At that point, I had to leave, so this project went on hold.
Three where there was once one.
I’ve photographed this property before. The house sold and I could tell the lot had been divided. There used to be a tree where there will soon be two houses.
Beer can collection
This made me think of a guy I used to work with at Whole Foods. He had a beer bottle collection. His collection was arranged in a specific order and once, when he had a party at his place, we switched them all up and substituted random other bottles. He told us the next day that he had to get rid of the whole thing. Which I counted as a victory. There’s nothing great about a beer bottle collection.
I went in for a closeup and the can on the right caught my eye.
Text from the back of the can.
