an exchange that haunts me
Friday 8 February 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
unnarrator:
I’m actually learning how to control the fabric as my machine devours it, too, brain realizing: “Hey, speed of machine directly connected to pressure of foot on pedal!” Instead of being all “OMG why is it going so FAST?!?”
oleoptene:
How long do you have to quilt before it becomes a metaphor for everything?
3 cookies in the jar
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Secret fantasy: owning a quilt.
WOW! Way cool. (And possibly a good excuse for neglecting scrabble duties with freezing cold NM resident whose boyfriend now works 12-hour shifts at night in a hospital and who sits around staring at scrabble game wishing someone would make a move and who has few people to play with because she keeps beating people and now no one will play with her, which makes online scrabble her metaphor). As I was saying: that quilt is beautiful!
So pretty! So pretty in fact that surely it is free from anything me mum might have sent to you. And in the middle: FISHY FISHY FISHY!
And your cat!