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Heather Ross

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I’ve been reading Heather Ross’s memoir, How to catch a Frog.

First of all, I love Heather Ross — my kids were just the right age when she started her clothing company, Munki Munki. I never bought any of the clothing, but did end up with some fabric (which probably became available after the collapse of her company, I now know) — I made pajamas for N out of those mermaids above.

You can see more of her old fabrics here, and she’s got a website. (M’s pajamas below.)

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She’s a person I’ve always wanted to know more about — her fabrics seem kind of autobiographical. I’d heard somewhere that they were based on memories of her childhood growing up in Vermont.

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It’s an interesting story. Born around 1970. Raised with a twin sister by hippy back-to-the-landers in Vermont, which is exactly as hard a life as you might expect, first in a dome and then in a cold 2 room school house. And she writes well, and is pretty insightful — she describes pretty clearly her parents’ short-comings, but is pretty sympathetic about where those short-comings may have come from. Plus, like her fabrics she’s just kind of likeable. And the book is illustrated.

Worth reading.

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Goblets — the mystery deepens

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I emptied the box today. There are sixteen wholly other wine glasses. I don’t even know where to put them.

But of these, there are eight of the ones with the apple — those are surely for ice cream or sherbet or some sort of dessert. There are 10 of the little ones — sherry? And then 4 of the larger ones. K suggests fizzy water. They really do seem to need some kind of elaborate party. I think they were a wedding gift, and I believe the wedding was in 1934.

I think my grandmother was equally puzzled by them — I’m sure I never saw them being used.

They are pretty, though.

Home again

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Went for a hike on Saturday — a small one, just around San Bruno Mountain. Just enough to remember how great it is to go for a walk again.

It’s a little hill, really, but the views are amazing.

I survived the walk just fine, but later went to a movie — Mr Turner — and could barely move after sitting still for 2 hours.

It’s actually a really good movie. Sad, but also funny. Lots of it is unexplained, which makes it more interesting, Again, amazing views.

If your life is just the tiniest bit cattiwhampus it might make you feel better about yourself. Or cause you to think, gosh — humans are a mess, aren’t they?

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And then, as I got off the bus this morning on the way to work, this hawk flew up and landed on a building in front of me!

So that was exciting.

I am reading The Luminaries. I feel I have to tell someone, because it’s an enormous, 800 page undertaking. I’m reading it on the kindle, which both is and is not the way to go — less to carry around, but harder to see where you are, go back and look, etc. I think I may check out the physical copy, too, just as a reference.

Apparently it’s got something to do with the zodiac, which I’m kind of ignoring for the moment because I don’t know what it means.

It’s good, though — at least, 15% in I’m enjoying it. Which is saying something, because of all periods in history which do not interest me, life in gold-mining towns in the 1800s pretty much tops the list. There was another novel about gold-mining, possibly in Australia and not New Zealand, which I found pretty dreary.

You know what it’s like, right? Garish silken dresses on the women, who are all prostitutes, with lots of black lace. Cold. Mud. Saloons with people being thrown out into the street. Shacks made of weatherbeaten wood. People losing all their money constantly. Desperation. But so far there’s more to it than that — there’s a mystery and some kind of collusion of interesting people.

I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

More goods (the unpacking)

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Also this chair.

It’s silly, isn’t it? It was my great aunt’s. I didn’t even want it, years ago when she died, but my mother made me take it. It’s been sitting in Arizona waiting for a way to get out here, so now it’s come.

I was planning to put it upstairs in M’s room, but I’m finding myself kind of fond of it now.

It’s not particularly comfortable, but I kind of love it.

So —