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History happening.

The voice on this guy!

This show of solidarity.

And then there’s Chef Andres, feeding people along the border.

And meanwhile, Andrea Chalupa and Michael McFaul just appeared on MSNBC and uttered cautions about getting caught up in the energetic bravery of Ukraine’s people and the show of solidarity throughout the world. Putin means business, they say. Chalupa worries about genocide.

More locally I can report that it’s 19 degrees here but sunny, so K, Finn, and I enjoyed our walk.

And now it’s time to walk away from the screens.

Five

iron-cloth-deemallonI understood why, working in the basement studio in the winter, standing on a heating pad, wearing Dickensian gloves, and a down vest, the iron’s heat proffered so much comfort. Well, it turns out, even upstairs in the glare of morning light, with a fire going and heat on, I love the feel of warm cloth.

This is square five. I have to tackle, earlier rather than later, what to do about my aversion to uniformity measuring. Three of the squares are roughly the same size. Two are a bit bigger, and by “a bit”, I mean enough to matter.

I am thinking of marking the top of the green bookcase in the living room to use as a template.  Turns out it is exactly as wide as the three same-sized squares.

Which leads me to this.  A couple of goals emerge as I piece: I want to avoid the use of rotary cutter and mat, and I would like to use fabrics already in my possession. The latter commitment may be difficult, because I am also going to be picky about keeping my blues and greens in the right value family.

Finn and I walked and made it back. It’s not so bad out. Growing up in Upstate New York, it was often this frigid. As kids we called it, “booger freezing weather”. Rarely happens around here.
tissue-trunk-duskBut don’t get me wrong – I am super grateful to have the luxury of spending the rest of the day inside, at home!

P.S. The above picture from Sketchbook Project efforts a couple years back, reminds me that I will NOT be participating again… it turns out that letting the booklet go at the end, even knowing that it is (sort of) circulating, is not satisfying.