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Let me be clear. I have serious technolust for this Punctirus jewelry, but I don't believe it's available for sale yet. Originally seen at Art. Lebedev:

I can has shiny?

Every person who makes any sort of craft, and gives those crafts away as gifts, hopes those items will go on to have long, useful, and productive lives after they’ve left the crafter’s hands. I got a bit of a preview tonight:

I’m far enough along on Discothèque that two photos placed side-by-side give you an idea of what I’m attempting to do. The plan is to have six columns of color, with each column fading from

to

Missing: the red-orange column and the black-and-white column. The bonus? Cutting out the background pieces for a Drunkard’s Path pattern means you end up with smaller pie-shaped pieces that can be used for another quilt.  I’m thinking that one will look very different: brightly colored circles floating on a neutral (white?) background.

Discothèque doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to have a baby sister. No idea what to name it, though. Ideas, anyone?

I’m hoping nobody minds that I do this, because this is old news to anyone who has been reading my sporadic entries this year, but I wanted to make a single, combined post about my quilt ‘star stories’ for an online quilt festival.  It seems there is an online quilting community, of which I am not really part of.  Perhaps it is time.

The rules for the quilt festival ask that we write a post about our quilt that we’re entering, and provide photos.  The problem is that I’ve done this already, in two separate posts.  Forgive me if I combine the two of them together to tell the story of ‘star stories’ in a single post.  It, and plenty of photos, are after the jump.

I haven’t exactly been sewing much since I got back from the Vacation + Furlough Extravaganza. I know this shocks no one, myself included, but it’s taken me longer to bounce back from this trip than the previous ones.  My urge to lie on the couch and soak in the quietness that is home is difficult to ignore. Friends can vouch; they’ve seen little of me.

My sewing machine has missed me, too.  It’s been waiting for me to come back and finish Asai’s quilt.  I’m actually pretty close; there is a nonzero possibility that I could get very close, or finish entirely, with a diligent weekend’s worth of work.

[‘See? It looks planned!’ original photo on flickr. Full photoset here.]

A quick entry of two notable photos.

After a not-so-good day, Jeff hands me a little package and tells me to open it. Inside I find Moleskine’s Paris city notebook. [what is it?] I see the ‘CDG,’ for Charles de Gaulle, and I burst into tears, for his spouse is a fountain pen lover who adores little perfect notebooks like these and who is very very nervous about going to Paris alone.

"Make your notes here," he says. "It won’t be the last time you go to the city."

I may not have him with me on his trip, but suddenly I have city maps and addresses, and I have a spousal good luck charm.