cave

I can be painfully stubborn. 

I've learned to be better. learning.

We're all learning to be better.

I guess part of being better is noticing when you fail yourself. And remembering. 

And remembering to remember. 

I try.

and notes help

because it's easy to forget

but sometimes words just don't cut it

and sometimes a little goes a long way

Who knows?

So at 5:36 pm on this lovely, chilly Tuesday afternoon, as this incredible caffeine-free headache sets in, I can't decide what to do..  cave in or stubborn on.

cave @ 6:17 pm

7:23: headache free

Here's to giving in!
Hope it's been good for you..

plans change

..but nevermind the details.

Just know that things started going downhill from here: 

After i finished sewing the front cover of this book 

my brow may have furrowed for a split second.

"does that look...  nah."

nah..

And then I stitched up the back cover:

wait a minute..

And then I put the two together.

WHAT?

And then I chucked the damn thing across the room.     not really

There's no fixing this, I do believe it's a make believe heart. 

It wasn't supposed to be what it looks like. 

But I think it just is now.

Maybe I was secretly fighting  the voice of my dear friend Michelle in the back of my mind, "Maranda has no feelings. She's of the rock heart people."

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My sidekick Trish, who's back in Kentucky, is an epic email writer. I'm talking novel length here. Sometimes they're funny and sometimes they're sad but usually they're funny/sad... which is even better. 

Do you people have a friend like that?

So, Dish, this one has your name on it. Guess it's time to get started on that real book now..

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And a big thank you to my dear friend Shanee for the surprise mail I received this week! Several years ago she up and moved to Alaska one day and never looked back.. 

preserves wait, in the box it arrived in, for a special occasion

maybe stylized snow people?

It's time for a singer-sewing-break.
Happy Weekend!

one might think that tornado season came early

 To Des Moines on Friday.

organized chaos. believe it.

I'm not sure Proust is changing my life, but I finished the book anyway

Next up: The Girl in the Flammable Skirt, by Aimee Bender

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Currently based out of Brooklyn, Art House Coop provides short, fun, creative opportunities for anyone interested in making and sharing. My friend Katey (current writer-in-residence at Fishtrap in Wallowa County, Oregon) and I recently signed up for the Fiction Project and we will be working collaboratively with text and image. Maybe this is my segue into the segue for those artist books I've been wanting to do.
The 'on-permanent-hold' project.

I can't imagine how that's happened.
That status should change.

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In the meantime, I met Katey at the Jentel Residency in Banner, Wyoming where her dietary restrictions inspired in me a continuing love for spelt flour baking. In addition, she and I did a small print project together. You can get a close up of my E.T. fingers (thanks for the complex, Trish) and learn more about our project here.

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The attic is still holding strong. And the cold draft?

secured.

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There are so many options for your February First Friday. What's it gonna be?