The weather is glorious this week, perhaps seeming even more so after that never-ending winter. It felt good to get out and do some yardwork until the pollen starting raining down like snow, finally sending me off to the drugstore in search of some Claritin. I was highly allergic as a child, taking weekly shots throughout the year, but now my discomfort is usually limited to what I call *lilac week*, though I don't think I've seen a decent lilac bush since my arrival in the heartland. When we lived in Cleveland, I had huge bushes (trees!) at both houses, the last as high as my second story bedroom window. Friends would always appear that week to cut bouquets and despite heightened allergic discomfort, I always had to bring in one full bouquet for the kitchen table, much to the incredulous dismay of also-allergic K. Bad mom.
Copyright issues have been a hot topic for years among artists and craftspeople, often rightly so. It's a tricky subject, however, when accusations of infringement are raised pertaining to designs based on long craft tradition. Throw in the internet as soap box, stir the pot a bit and things can get pretty ugly quickly. A recent such episode on a popular quilt blog left me with a distinct feeling of *ick*, so when I read the title of Fleegle's recent post, Copyright Confusion, I almost clicked by without reading it...No more, please! Prompted by Ravelry discussion boards on the topic, her take is wonderful comic relief. Click over for a good laugh.
For years I have stumbled out of bed in the morning and started my day by downing 3 cups of coffee (Starbucks...strong) over an hour or two. I recently broke the habit and have been coffee free for over a month. (Aside from a sip from M's mug on Sunday morning which did not leave me craving more.) I'm surprised at how easy it was. A startling side effect...my handwriting is suddenly much nicer. Not so much success, however, in shedding a measly yet stubborn 4 lbs. It seems to have settled in one place (*ahem*) and is preventing me from wearing last year's cropped pants out in public. The struggle continues.
I've been spending some of the week diddling around with my new sewing machine. Have I mentioned before how much I dislike instruction manuals? Despite that, I'm getting comfortable with it but am not really working on anything special. My many WIPs are neatly stacked within sight (Me, me! Finish me!) but...eh. Dare I start something new? Why not? Something fresh, a result of play, not plan. Like these two quilters, Isabel and Lucyellen. Fun pieces, aren't they?