all matters repugnant

I like the word repugnant and I think I know what it means. I’m a little unclear on how it’s pronounced, and probably won’t ever use the word in spoken conversation. I think probably that’s because when one expresses disgust, one doesn’t need fancy words — just the ability to arrange one’s facial muscles in an…

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how not to make a dress

Impulsively commit a precious weekend day and a large handful of money towards a class, pattern and a large pile of (admittedly awesome) fabric Make sure to have insomnia the night before class Bring your lunch to eat later. Neglect to put your name on the takeout box and put box in kitchen Assume that…

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my love’s like the warmth of the sun

Here is your soundtrack to this post. Good ol’ Beachies. Hit play then read on. It’s Labor Day, a grim-sounding day that takes on the grim task of being the unofficial end of summer. And I can feel a long-shadow melancholy, even though A. there’s three more weeks of summer technically; B. (but) the summer…

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