I keep taking pictures of my garden; there front bit is all yellow sundrops and orange butterfly weed, with two different bright reds just coming in, and a handful of hidden blueberries. The second iris in the pond started blooming today, and though they are both Iris versicolor from the same nursery, one is pale blue with white stripes while the other is a much deeper blue. We have two frogs (unless one of them has kicked the other out last night), though they are camera-shy (ok, person-shy) and I haven't gotten pictures of the baby bunnies yet either. But they too exist.
Of course, all these things are on the camera, and I haven't managed to get them onto the computer yet.
I spent much of last weekend at Balticon, going to panels-- not all of which were vaguely disappointing-- and knitting, noticing mistakes, unknitting, and re-knitting. I also actually talked to several people (always a plus! One day I will know enough people worth talking to to make these things count as social occasions...) and bought a pocket watch with glass so that you can see the innards.
Here, I am sort of fighting with this short story, where I am at the point of really liking what I have already and feeling like I can't possibly live up. That I wrote all of what's there already (all by myself! recently!) and that I have mostly sorted out what happens in the end doesn't seem to help. Does anyone else get this? (Normally I run into this when I dig up a beginning I haven't looked at for years, or something that's entirely not my normal style.)
For the moment, I think I have done enough word producing that I can excuse having another go at trying to turn up my favorite princess seam pattern (which is not in either box of patterns, or in the stack by the sewing table) so I can make something vaguely inspired by the shirt on this doll. Or continue sanitizing ex-aquarium stuff, I guess.
Of course, all these things are on the camera, and I haven't managed to get them onto the computer yet.
I spent much of last weekend at Balticon, going to panels-- not all of which were vaguely disappointing-- and knitting, noticing mistakes, unknitting, and re-knitting. I also actually talked to several people (always a plus! One day I will know enough people worth talking to to make these things count as social occasions...) and bought a pocket watch with glass so that you can see the innards.
Here, I am sort of fighting with this short story, where I am at the point of really liking what I have already and feeling like I can't possibly live up. That I wrote all of what's there already (all by myself! recently!) and that I have mostly sorted out what happens in the end doesn't seem to help. Does anyone else get this? (Normally I run into this when I dig up a beginning I haven't looked at for years, or something that's entirely not my normal style.)
For the moment, I think I have done enough word producing that I can excuse having another go at trying to turn up my favorite princess seam pattern (which is not in either box of patterns, or in the stack by the sewing table) so I can make something vaguely inspired by the shirt on this doll. Or continue sanitizing ex-aquarium stuff, I guess.
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Date: 2012-05-31 01:07 am (UTC)