wedding

Those of us who make handmade gifts wait for moments like these:

That's 4x4 and Spitty on their wedding day, posing with a sunburned me in front of 'red shift,' finally given and acknowledgeable at last. I have video of the giving, which is hilarious and NSFW and must be uploaded somehow, but for now, this photo has to suffice.

I don't know if the intention matters when I work on a quilt, but while sewing, I think a lot about the person (or people) it's for. I find myself hoping that the intentions, the well-wishes, the hopes and dreams and all kinds of intangible thoughts somehow work their way into the stitching.

Congratulations to Jason and Crystal, who threw a rockin' masquerade-themed wedding on top of Burritt Mountain last night.  A few of us:

[Original: "We'll never tell where the money is" on flickr; from left to right: Suzan, Dana, Asai, me]

Jeff: "You've kinda got that Harley Quinn action going on there."

For those who came over last night for the rather epic rounds of Werewolf: the cats have forgiven us for the herd of people we brought into 'their' house. Mostly.  Edmund may still eat my skull, though, purely on principle.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time now," she said. But, it went without saying, she couldn't arrange for this kind of surgery until she had insurance that would cover it. Despite the fact that it was obviously medically necessary.

"I think it's a good idea," I said.

"Yeah. I mean, it'll do a lot for me, both physically and …"

"Self-image?"

"Yeah."

For as long as I've had the privilege to know her, Eleanor's made jokes about her breasts. Taglines like "Eleanor: the breasts of three women!" and jokes about her bras abounded. Deep down, though, I know she was frustrated with the way she looked, and handled it the best way she knew how—through humor.