Ars Gratia Artis

What has the Improbability Drive done to the crew of the Heart of Gold?
So the party yesterday was a small affair, a surprising success, and it was not filled with the usual suspects. In attendance:
Moi, Miguel-san, Angelique, Andrew, Steve, Jeff, John and his two daughters, Morgan and her son and daughter, Fred, Rebecca, Carlos, [...]

I found a small bag of pillowcases this morning. They were a gift to me, from the estate of Michael’s recently deceased uncle.
I love old, decorated linens; the feel of the cotton, the look of the lace. I grew up in a strange world of both poverty and wealth. The nuclear [...]

A project set that has to be finished by WW, Saturday, 6 PM. In the picture, 6 yards of herb (I’d call it dark sage, the company calls it rosemary) green, 100% cotton upholstery fabric that has been washed, a barely started green lucet cord, and the sketch of the initially conceived dress with [...]

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Aren’t they pretty? Glass, mostly, green and black and gold with one brilliant strand of coral running through it all. So beautiful. A perfect study for troempe l’oiel gems. A perfect picture on its own, art that is merely visual, communicating nothing but a lust for color and form.
I bought them Saturday, [...]

From Jaguarwoman’s list of pet peeves:
…people who come to my lavish banquet and complain about a few crumbs of typos they find littered here and there. I find the reporting of typos on a website like mine to be a small minded form of passive aggressive one-upsmanship from people who are blind to what is [...]

Asia was buried yesterday. I drove past the day care center, noted that the huge memorial that had sprung up there was now gone. The spot seemed oddly bare, although the memorial had only been there for the days since her death.
Coming home this afternoon, I saw a lone Care Bear; someone made sure [...]

Museum of Menstruation and Women’s Health
Badly designed web site, highly amusing topic. I really enjoyed it, but Michael was kinda squicked.

Read ‘em and weep.

For the third time in extremely recent memory, I drove down the street that leads home only to note the flashing lights of ambulances, hear the sounds of the various news ‘copters hovering overhead. The first time, a man killed himself after killing the family of a judge. I never knew what it was the [...]

I need to join a clan. I must have more than 40 turns a day. 40 is not enough. No sir, it is not.

The first Pennsic WIP completed: the cloak is waterproofed. It’s also an example of my capacity to make every project bigger: I’d like to add a new clasp to it and I’d like to embroider a small badge on the back of it to cover a flaw in the material.
I have got several photos to [...]