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When We are 80

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Since it has been sometime since I posted lackadaisical nonsense . . . okay, not that long , but since the valley of life has thrown me to the weeds in a long, and an undeniable shitstorm of power and persuasion, I escape and release myself through fantasy and humor . . . and as we all know sewing.  Today, enjoy a sewing diversion of sorts. When I am 80 . . . indeed.  Just as I have a to-do list of things for today (like grade, write a letter, pay a bill, finish a lingering article, walk the dog, grade, grade some more, work on another lingering article, read a book for review . . . yawn stretch, are you tired yet?) I have a list of things to do when I am 80.  My bestie and I conference a few times a year, meeting around the globe in airports and hotels, to meet, relax, give talks, make articles, and plot the next one . . . and drink wine and eat chocolate of good quality and seek each city's epic sushi spot (in Amsterdam . . . we found a place, on a side street, that t...

Passport Stamps on my Minoru

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We already know life has kicked me more than once lately . . .But, in short, I made my Minoru before I left for Ecuador. And, to my chagrin, I'm finally  getting it on here.  Good grief!  But, before the gushing of my favorite coat--that I've gotten compliments from my Momma and across the globe about, the first two days of Me Made need a super quick round up.   Day One Some quasi shameful RTW running capris, a Deer and Doe (actually my muslin Plantain ), a do rag with scraps from a bag I made and wore out, and you can't see them but knickers.  I graded at home, all day, so this was spiffy.  I did blather, for a moment, the last entry here about knickers.  Day Two My one hour convert (a pair of jeans into a skirt) and a renfrew.  The Renfrew is a perfect wear to lounge, and here I just got back from a long overdue massage and mani/pedi.  Hence, she's a little stretched.  And now . . . onto my coat. I had pl...