But Where Did It Go?
Every other Thanksgiving weekend (the ones when I'm not cooking) I look forward to getting things done. One year I made a fitted cover for my sofa. That sort of thing.The thing is, I'm always over-optimistic in terms of what I think I can accomplish in the time allotted when it comes to non-work stuff (then I'm exceedingly cautious).So it didn't seem unreasonable that I would:start and complete the instructions for Tuesday's classmake a maru daibraid four or five things, some with beads, some withoutmake knotted buttons and frogs with some of the braidsmake really good headway with

Indulgence
Not that there aren't things to be taken care of, but sometimes you just have to set everything aside and indulge yourself.My indulgence was a long, very hot, fragranced bath with a book and a cold, crisp apple. Simple. Luxurious. Rare. Precious.It felt like a lateral detour off the stream of time. Away and insulated, if only for an hour or so, and then of course, back to Real Life.Remember the Groucho disguise? The Johnny-Five lookalike?I think I fixed it.

10 Things I Wish I Knew How to Do
(With apologies to EtherKnitter for the blatant cribbing).Ride a bicycle comfortably and without fear (I had a really bad fall a few years ago when attempting to acquire this skill which promptly fell on the "I Really Don't Care" pile).Eat only when my body actually needs the nourishment, not just when I'm bored or something is so very tasty but I don't actually need it for sustenance. It doesn't sound like fun though.Not procrastinate ever.Sleep through noise.Sleep until noon when I have the time. That six ayem habit only allows

Kumihimo Again
The beaded beads from my last post needed the right kind of rope, and circumstances have conspired to roll me around to kumihimo again.I strung my beads and started, but neglected to hang a weight from the centre, figuring I could just hold it and pull on it for tension as I was braiding.First I noticed that there were threads showing. Then it just didn't seem to twist nicely (the braid should have produced a spiral), so every now and again I'd stop and twist, and it seemed to stay.There were enough strung beads after I'd finished the rope to try again, this time using a centre weight, and what a difference it mad

Live and Learn
I'm not exactly sure why I've so assiduously avoided making beaded beads with a wooden core. Something about the machisma of such incredible thread tension and architecture that a beaded bead didn't need a core to support its shape, I suppose.I'm so over it.I found a beaded bead pattern on a Hungarian