Jul 30
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For the postcard, a reprise of the day’s work.

I’m exhausted.

May I be excused please?

I signed up for a hand-printed fat quarter swap. Only a day or two late, I have finished my fabric and dropped it in the (priority) mail this afternoon.

They came out well, finally.

I started with a handful of hand dyed fabrics that weren’t quite… done yet. I printed potato masher prints all over them, BUT the black was not deep enough. So this morning I bought better black paint, plus Red Kate gave me a jar of black dye that I didn’t wind up using. I over printed all the masher prints I’d made last night and got them good and Black. But they still weren’t done. I found a lovely pot of copper glaze I had, and printed jar-lid circles over the mashers in a decorative pattern. Now they seem to be done.

I wanted the black to give little windows into the hand dyes, but it looks more floaty instead. The copper floats over that. It all looks profoundly lumpy, but on the whole, better than I expected. I hope the others like it…

I may have to name the potato mashers. The one with lots of holes is definitely Bubbles, and the one that is quite black has both an X and lots of  Os and could be XO (or Xoooooo), although there is probably a better name, and the flower shaped print could be Flower. Possibly Felicity. But I can’t think of a name for the one I like the best – with little oval holes around the edge. In the bottom right-hand picture. I’m open to suggestions…

Jul 29
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Saturday was composed entirely of driving and talking.

We left my dad’s house for the house of my spare parents. Everyone should have spare parents. When your parents are only human, your spare parents are differently human. They fill in the gaps. They are an extra set of eyes on you, hands to help… I treasure mine.

Alice and I headed to their house to crash the family reunion/picnic/potluck. It was completely fabulous. Al showed up from our house. I caught up with my oldest friend (she knew me when she was 2 and I was just born) and her (four, large, smart, slightly scary) brothers. Many people yearned to sail the dinghy I brought on the top of my car, some even managed before the tremendous thunderstorm rolled through. I gave the July 26 postcard (that came out so incredibly well) to my spare mom for her birthday. I hugged everyone repeatedly, and finally Al and Alice and I tore ourselves away, with promises to return the next year (with a boat that I have built) and went to find my mother with friends in Essex.

We had another dinner that couldn’t be beat. The friends were sailors also, with a Shearwater that they were going to cruise around Cape Ann. They had some interesting stories about sailing, mercifully few of the type that start "it was about 2 o’clock in the morning and the wind started to pick up". It turned out we had been on the same trip 14 or 15 summers ago around Cape Cod and the Elizabeth Islands. So we swapped more stories and finally crawled back to Ipswich to sleep.

Although the original plan was for Alice to have some Grandmother Camp, my mum was under the weather, so we hammered home this morning, in time for me to start my (hideously belated) work on the fat quarters I owe Bitter Betty. (Betty, I grovel, they will be in the mail, express, by Monday afternoon – don’t give up on me!!)

See?? fabric being printed:

So here is a postcard that is about not missing something at all, because I got a piece of it back.

I write to you from my dad’s house. After a giant scrimmage we left Northampton yesterday and arrived in Maine only three hours later. I used the little GPS system we used all over England to plot a course to my dad’s, and it brought me in a way no one had even thought of before. I had faith, and we turned up in exactly the right place. Very sweet.

Jul 25
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Garden is a mad overstatement for the wild territory that is growing some of the tallest weeds in the neighborhood. Lynn and I are competing for tallest weeds. Hers are fuzzy, but I think mine may be taller.

But the backyard is perfect. It is fenced, so dogs and small children can be turned out, and the fence has many gates so that large kids can come and go as they please, and all the gates have chimes so I know when they are coming and going. I had three wild girls out there the other night, running and shouting and climbing until after dark. It was great.

Jul 26
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I am awestruck by how well this one came out.

Today’s postcard is hand drawn, and actually harks back further than my recent travels. I was hoping I wouldn’t wallow in nostalgia, but it is where my head is.

I had the luck to grow up in a house that overlooked a boatyard. At age 5, my brother could, and did, imitate every different power tool he heard below us. We had a tiny sliver of waterfront that gave onto a perfect dock. We were allowed to row when we could prove we could get ourselves home if the wind changed (giving rise to one of my more deeply held beliefs; "Always go upwind first"). It was an idyllic childhood in many repsects. I miss easy access to the ocean. Easy access to rowing and sailing small boats. Access to the intensity of the storms that roll through in the winter. I’ve traded that for other pleasures, but I can still miss it.

Today my father and daughter and I took a small sailing dinghy out for its maiden voyage. There was very little wind, and where ever the wind was, we weren’t, so Alice shed some clothes and leapt over the side and joyfully towed us about the lake, coming to rest in the shade of a small island for snack time. We had a great time. We didn’t test the sailing capabilities of the boat very hard – difficult with no wind – however we had a very, very fine time.

I experiment with rigging the sail.

Alice tests the water…

Makes it over the side, and…

tows us to a small island.

Jul 22
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As promised, yesterday’s finished and posted.

I have been working on taking a picture of the river every Sunday. It has turned out to be several pictures every Sunday. I missed some weeks, but mostly I’m there on the dock looking up stream and down stream and across the river, and documenting what it looks like this week.

I really love the place I live. I think the landscape is beautiful. The river speaks to me powerfully, and photographing it over and over and over feels like the least I can do to honor my connection to this valley. I’m planning to do something with the compiled images – they feel like fodder for a major project later, but right now they are simply part of my practice for the year.

Aerin is at camp, I left her looking very pleased to be there.

The drive home made me feel like my head was filled with bees.

Red Kate came for tea and talk and stayed for supper. That was very good. But – my head hurts now, so I’m done. I’ll post today’s card tomorrow. It is half finished.

Promise. You know I’m good for it.

Jul 20
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After all that relentless family togetherness. I missed a quiet cup of coffee, entirely by myself.

It goes both ways, really… we got a chance to develop more family in-jokes, which I am starting to think is the glue that binds happy families, we shared some fine adventures, but we also got (many) chances to see each of us at our worst. On the flip side, we lived through each of those worsts.

I still owe you pictures of the trip. I haven’t forgotten.

Jul 19
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Wednesdays are generally Library days. If we are not rigorous about attendance, then the items pile up at home and then they stop piling up and start hiding under things and then, before I know it, the free library becomes remarkably expensive. So we attempt rigor in attendance.

I missed going. I like getting books for free, and browsing the stacks, and feeling like there is much knowledge to be had on whatever topic I need.

Jul 18
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I missed sewing; the machine, the room and materials in it, the time focussed on making things.

I didn’t manage to make one single postcard while we were gone, although I did try to sketch and keep an ongoing scrapbook. I was hoping to make paper things and mail them back to myself, but I had a vacation instead.

Oh well. I am resigned to it. It was a great vacation.

I am working on the May journal page (all about Alice), and trying (desperately) to catch a clue for June and July and August pages.

Jul 17
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I realized I was deeply grateful to be home.

I missed my own bed and pillow while we were gone.

I think the rest of July is dedicated to the things I missed.

I got a package of completely gorgeous silk scraps from Shibori Girl. I’ll try to photograph those tomorrow. They are delicious.