Being the wierd ravings of a winged cerulean-blue wildcat in Second Life, ranging from scripting to soapbox theatrics. This song was originally written on Twitlonger, as I lamented the absence of unusual dress codes for Second Life events. Come, As a duck, with a quack. Where we hold this soiree. As A Grey, As a Puna, As a Salvadori.

A sampling of crewel embroidery techniques from Elizabeth I to William Morris. As usual, the transition between the farm in Santa Barbara and the one in Sandpoint left me dislocated and in a creative drought. I try to avoid this by assembling the ingredients for a variety of projects before the move, so that starting something new requires minimal inspiration and brain power. Free biscornu pattern number 37 from The Floss Box.

Monday, November 17, 2008. Weaving supplies from the stationery store. I really hate it when my unused heddles migrate over towards the selvedge threads on my warp.