We're a third of the way into November and I haven't written here once. What have I been doing? Mostly I have been reading, watching a lot of Netflix, sewing a bit here and there.
On Sunday, I finished my quilt Ghost Story. It's quilted in part with glow-in-the-dark thread and backed with glow-in-the-dark fabric (skulls, skeletons, and a weird moon and stars patterned print). I made the mistake of using a heavily scented sizing on the panels to make the quilting easier. I thought it would be fine with my scent sensitivity, but I ended up with burning eyes and feeling crappy almost the whole time I was working on the quilt. So I won't be making that mistake again. I'm going to have to start making my own unscented starch to use. That should be fun. After I finished the quilt, I used the scraps to sew a coaster for my desk (the wood is already trashed from where I put my water and coffee cups but I want to keep it from getting even worse).
Then I started binge watching Netflix.
I'm binge watching the Tokyo season of Terrace House and it is excruciatingly slow moving but very interesting. I've watched about twenty-four half-hour episodes, fast forwarding through the introduction that recaps the previous episode and through the catchy-theme-songed titles that introduce the same characters episode after episode. I've got about eighteen more episodes before I'm free of this series. Then it's on to the next binge watching series. Maybe more Terrace House, as they have other series set in other places.
I also watched a wonderful documentary about Rita Moreno on Netflix. That was worth it. And Dave and I have been watching the new episodes of The Great British Bake Off as they appear each Friday. I like this season much more than than the last one, though I still wish they would fire Matt and bring back one of the previous women who hosted, Sandy, Mel or Sue. Noel is occasionally funny but Matt is a dud and Matt and Noel together are tiresome.
I've also read a handful of books, all autobiographical, including Call Me Debbie by Deborah Voight the American opera singer and Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher. I'm currently into Last Words by George Carlin. I skipped around in Grown Up Fast by Betsy Israel but it is so strangely written--jangly, disconnected--that I just read through the parts that interested me (she got pregnant as a teen and gave up the baby for adoption) and then put it down. They're all used copies bought online for a handful of dollars each and will all go back into the donate bin when I'm done with them.
We've also been ordering take-out too often. We had Vietnamese food for the first time in a couple of years and I'm desperate to have more. I've veered off my vegan diet for it so that I could have pho and now I want to have pho every day. But we've also had Japanese and Italian takeout, too, recently.
On the weekend, we went to the studio. While Dave helped out Judi with her WiFi set up, I worked a bit on my new sculpture.
I have to work on the eyes (they're too alien-ish) and finish carving out the teeth. Then I'm going to start on the next level that will come out of the top of her head (which is why she's wearing the turban, to keep that clay workable).
Today we're taking my brother to get his booster shot. So that will be good.
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