A Bluestocking Knits

Shawls and Scarves

Thoughts on the Storm Scarf

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20th August 2018

It has been so hot lately that although I managed to finish knitting this, I didn't really want to put it on despite the yumminess of the late and much-lamented RYC Cashsoft. But here it is, in some quick snaps this evening — the Storm Scarf by Iris G., a free pattern available from Jimmy Beans. The pattern is kind of far off of the radar, if the number of projects in Ravelry queues is anything to go by, but it's a pleasing little neck scarf that works up without much fuss.

Mine stalled for a few weeks as I was knitting it while staying with my mom post-hip-replacement and the ball of grey turned out to be considerably smaller than the ball of white —

so I had to wait until I got home to get another ball. The yardage is supposed to be the same for the regular DK (the grey) and Baby DK (the white), but I had issues all along with this batch of grey, which had clearly suffered in the quality control department — but there it is.

Having said it's a simple pattern, I did decide that I would rather have the cables all going in the same direction than alternating as the pattern has it, and the end bit isn't really a match for the beginning bit, so I made them symmetrical — a simple matter.

A ball of Cashsoft Baby DK in "Snowman" (800) and a ball (and a smidge, in my case) of Cashsoft "Thunder" (518) make a "tuckable" short scarf. It isn't reversible, of course —

but because it's short, it lies nicely across the chest so that the one-sidedness isn't a problem.

The Cashsoft is, as Mary Berry would say, truly scrummy, so I'm very sorry to find that it has been discontinued. But I do look forward to wearing the scarf, if we ever have anything like winter!
“Knitting with D.E. Stevenson”, Books and Reading, Historical Knitting

“Mrs. Tim of the Regiment”

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13th August 2018

"Second June. Spend the morning lying in a deck chair in the garden pretending to knit. How glorious to have nothing to do!"

Mrs. Tim of the Regiment always seems to me like the "first" D.E. Stevenson novel, though it was neither the first one she published nor the first one I read. But it is so indelibly and characteristically Stevenson that it is difficult not to think of it as such. As it happens, this "diary of a officer's wife" was actually based on Stevenson's own, so that I'm sure we can take much of Hester Christie's character and sense of humor as very like Stevenson's own as well. Mrs. Tim's diary — there are four books, spanning the early 1930s to the early 1950s — are rather like the Provincial Lady's, whom Jilly Cooper calls "gentle, disaster-prone, yet curiously dry-witted," though probably less of the last two than the Provincial Lady's, especially if you read the P.L.'s humor as more often than not verging on the satirical. Mrs. Tim, though an army wife and therefore subject to the whims of the Service, has many of the same things to deal with as the Provincial Lady, being of a similar age and situation — running a household, raising children, managing servants and an occasionally obtuse husband, and observing the quirks of those around her — which last Mrs. Tim for the most part enjoys, I think in a warmer manner than Delafield's heroine. That, I think, is one of Stevenson's salient characteristics, and Mrs. Tim's humor and good-nature I think keep her from seeming to us as caustic and near to the razor's edge as the Provincial Lady occasionally can. Mrs. Tim seems to enjoy life much more than her contemporary. One of the chief delights of both, however, is that wonderfully English — British, I must say, for Stevenson was a Scot — understated self-deprecation.

"I've heard a lot about Mrs. Christie from some friends of hers staying at the hotel — Mr. and Mrs. McTurk," [says Mr. Baker to Mrs. Loudon.]
     I try to explain that I don't know them very well, but Mr. Baker does not listen. "Very nice friends to have, Mrs. Christie, especially the lady. She's always saying how sorry she is at you leaving Kiltwinkle. It must be a bit trying for a lady like you not to have a settled home of your own, isn't it now?"
     This statement is often made to me, and it always annoys me, chiefly, I think, because it is true. But some time ago I found a quotation which seemed to meet the case, and I always make use of it on these occasions.
     "'To a resolved mind his home is everywhere,'" I reply sententiously.

For my virtual D.E Stevenson Knitalong, I couldn't decide between two patterns from "Patons Specialty Knitting Book No.33" by Patons Australia, the "Faith" jumper, above, originally in blue bouclé with one of the ties in a contrasting grey, or

the "Amy" originally in Paton's Rose wool (a fingering weight) in "Kenya Red" — I wonder what shade that is?! Interesting that we would certainly call that a cardigan now, where in the early 1930s or so when this came out it was a "coat" — there are three other front-buttoning garments in this particular book, two of which are called coats and one which is, strangely, called a "jumper-cardigan" though it clearly has two front pieces buttoning up in the middle. They both seem very "Mrs. Tim" to me — sensible, not too frivolous or youthful but still not at all dowdy (the frivolity would come with the hat, no doubt!), practical yet appealing.

(This Paton's book is indexed at Ravelry, though the patterns are not available there; the entire booklet has been scanned and is available here courtesy Bex of Subversive Femme.)

Actually, I'm strongly tempted to knit one or both of these!
Miniatures, Miniatures – Street of Shops

Assembling the Carpet Shop, Step 1: Dry Fitting

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13th August 2018

Here is the carpet-shop-to-be — Houseworks' "Two-Window Shop" from their "Street of Shops" series — dry-fitted with masking tape to make sure that everything goes neatly where it should. To be honest, there is really very little to do with this kit building-wise, as each of the four walls is already assembled and all I need to do is slide the edge of one into the slot on another, and it's done.

The plexiglass for the windows is separate, so that you can paint the frame and mullions first, then glue in the "glass" — the door is already mostly assembled, with the top of the frame held only by cellophane tape (long-dried in this case), so that again the plexiglass can be removed before painting the door frame. No need for masking, hurrah!

The kit interior is also nicely done

There is a very pleasing attention to detail here — the door frame has a neatly-mitered edge around the "glass", and there are fine reveals around the door and windows.

The interior door does not come with the kit — I had picked it up from the giveaways table at one of the meetings months ago, as it happens, thinking it would be good to have on hand.

The millwork is very handsome. The door angles look odd only because it is slightly ajar in this photo! — the plaque on the false front is, however, noticeably crooked and glued down tight. But this is really the only flaw I see in this particular kit.

(I'm not really wild about the false front, as it happens, so am not sure yet what I'm going to do with it.)

The plexiglass roof/ceiling fits snugly into the wall assembly — a nice touch. The glue is a bit loose on the wall trim here, after some 30+ years in a box.

This door really wants one of those brass letter slots at the bottom, doesn't it!

I didn't know it until now, but there is a place in Pennsylvania called "Street of Shops," a collection of "Victorian" store fronts into a sort of indoor mall — Houseworks is an American company, I find, so I suppose these particular builds could be American or English to suit the particular owner. They looked immediately English to my eye, sort of Portobello Road, possibly because there isn't nearly as much Georgian/early-Victorian left in America as there is in Britain! Well, perhaps I'll be a bit more ambiguous about the location of my shops than I first expected …
Needlework, Socks

Some Fibery Goodness from the County Fair

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2nd August 2018

Here is an eclectic selection of things from the Fiber Arts division at the County Fair this year — things that caught my eye, mostly, out of quite a lot of interesting items, from all classes and of every type of fiber. The above was, obviously, a bit of a show-stopper!

The first-place winner in the socks class. Nice design, and beautifully worked — I might hesitate to suggest to the fair staff, though, that the charming little elephant belongs on the outside of one's ankle.

I had thought that these would appeal to the judges and I was not far wrong, though in view of the competition, I can see why they chose the ones they did for first place!

I thought this was really stunning — not only beautiful woodworking, but with a wild and gorgeous needlepoint back! and here is a closer view of that —

This is really charming! I'm not sure what it's for — billets-doux, perhaps! — but charming. I really like the silver-grey on cream color choice.

Of course this caught my eye very quickly!

I have always loved the William Morris acanthus designs, with their subtle shading.

And this I have mentioned before, but here it is again full-sized, so that you can see some of the detail. Unfortunately I didn't get a photo of the whole thing — it is probably twice this size. It is a sampler in cross-stitch of past OC Fair logos, and quite incredible to behold! —

The Fair runs through August 12th, so if you're in town, stop by!
Books and Reading, Language and Grammar

Grammar Isn’t a Four-Letter Word!

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1st August 2018
I like to think that I don't get up onto soapboxes very often, but I've been reading some rather graceless prose lately, so that I especially appreciated these grammar jokes that my mom sent me. I've no idea where they came from, sorry, nor how long they've been floating about the internet, but they are worth reprinting.

Grammar isn't scary, folks!

Some of these are examples of errors, some of mere laziness, and some are just funny — I love the passive-voice one, for example, especially because I appreciate the passive voice when used well, and I remember Laura's freshman English teacher's abhorrence of it (which I still hope was only to make his students aware of the passive voice! thanks, Mr. I.!)
- A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
- A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
- An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
- Two quotation marks walk into a "bar."
- A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
- Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
- A question mark walks into a bar?
- A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
- Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out — we don't serve your type."
- A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
- A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
- Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
- A synonym strolls into a tavern.
- At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
- A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
- Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
- A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
- An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
- The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
- A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
- The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
- A dyslexic walks into a bra.
- A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
- An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television getting drunk and smoking cigars.
- A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
- A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
- A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.
The image is a Creative Commons one from Pixabay.
Dollhouses, Miniature Needlework, Miniatures

Gendje Runner No.7

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30th July 2018

This is the Gendje Runner, no.7 in Meik and Ian McNaughton's Making Miniature Oriental Rugs & Carpets. I worked much of this while I was staying at my mom's this past month.

The chart was originally designed for wool, but I've converted the shades, and "faded" them slightly, to DMC floss as I am still happy "playing around" with fibers and gauges. I used 28-count Monaco instead of the original 24-count canvas, mostly because I've got rather a lot of the Monaco!

This is a pleasing, fairly straightforward chart, and makes a handsome little carpet. The McNaughtons clearly have orderly minds, as the designs are well-thought-out and tidy, and while the carpets have a more restrained feel than, say, Frank Cooper's charts, giving probably more the "flavor" as it were of Oriental carpets than the reality, the McNaughtons have done an excellent job in scaling down a wide variety of carpet designs and styles into simplified and quite manageable 1:12 scale pieces for new and new-ish petitpointers.

This piece did tweak a bit as I stitched, and then while I was exploring online to find out if the Gendje runners were generally fringed or not, I came across an old example that had seen better days and in fact had a mend on one corner, noticeably a different shade of blue, and so I decided to let the crookedness go where it would, and make a less-than-new carpet — hence the "mend" —

Gendje carpets are from the town of Gəncə or Ganja, now in Azerbaijan, in the southern Caucasus. The diagonal lines filled here with boteh, the teardrop-shaped motif on which paisley is based, are typical of the long and narrow Gendje "runners." The McNaughtons give a date of "late-19th century" for this particular type of carpet.

I have been joking, to myself and others, for some time now — "oh, ha-ha-ha!" — that I need to make a carpet shop room-box to have a place for all of the miniature carpets I make. This has been manifesting itself in occasional thoughts of buying a shop front kit and turning it around at the back of a room box, to be the view from inside the carpet shop, which I thought an amusing twist on the usual room-box "shop". Then at my minis group meeting in June, one of the ladies said, "So I've got a friend who's had some Dura-Craft house kits in her garage since the 1980s, does anybody want them?" Another member said she was, that she'd put one together and then give it to her favorite charity for raffling off at the next fund-raiser, and I, with a small gulp (having heard about the sheer size of some of the Dura-Craft houses!), said I'd take the other one. As it turned out, the charity lady decided that she already has enough on her workbench — so both of the kits arrived at my house while I was away at my mom's —

Yes, those are grown-ups for scale in the photos. Hmm — could I make the San Franciscan into a sort of boho shop?! The mind began to whirl …

And at the very same meeting (while I was away, remember), another of the ladies said she'd inherited the full set of Houseworks' "Street of Shops" room-box kits — three separate "shops" that fit side-by-side in any combination or order — also sitting in sealed boxes for umpteen years, and since she'd heard me joking about a carpet shop, would I like them?!

So my previously-whirring mind is now in fact boggling, not only at the generosity of miniaturists with their knowledge and "spare" stuff, but with the possibilities ….
Books and Reading, Family, Miniature Needlework, Shawls and Scarves, Socks

Summer Fun

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19th July 2018

A month ago today, my mom had total hip replacement surgery. I've been staying with her since then, being physical-therapy coach, pill-dispenser, chauffer, chief cook and bottle washer, and of course general dogsbody — actually, she is a fairly ideal patient, uncomplaining and undemanding, and for the most part in good spirits if often just tired. There was an unexpected falter at the very beginning, when, having been told that "probably" she would be going home the same day as the procedure, the hospital stay ended up being five days, which of course was exhausting and stressful, and meant that her physical recovery was set back that much more. But then there was a dramatic upswing, she got to come home, and things have been progressing in an upwards direction almost continually since then.

I knew of course that the recovery period would be extended — four to six weeks with the walker and the infamous TED hose, then a transition to the quad cane — so I came well-prepared with numerous fiber projects and books for various situations.

I know, a scarf in July! But I was indoors quite a lot during mom's hospital stay, and although I had a couple of books with me, she was surprisingly chatty considering, and I knitted on this until the grey wool ran out. I had been looking for something in my "knitting" e-mail folder and found this free pattern in a Jimmy Beans newsletter from 2007 (!) and I thought, "hey, I have that Cashsoft in those very colors!" so I dug out a ball of each and tossed them in my bag. It is the Storm Scarf by Iris G, and very simple with just a touch of busy-ness there in the middle. The original pattern has you alternate the direction of the cables each time, but that didn't quite work for me so I have made them all the same. Unfortunately, my two balls of Cashsoft are of considerably different sizes, so the "Thunder" ran out long before the cream did. I have some more of each at home, so finishing is on hold but probably not far away.

Another petit-point carpet, this one the "Gendje Runner" from one of Meik and Ian McNaughton's books.

No less than three Inspector Gamache mysteries, which I found at the library used-book shop for two dollars apiece.

(I read the first of the series not long after it came out, and enjoyed it. I liked the Inspector, gentle and thoughtful, and the small-town Canadian setting with its quirky artists, but somehow I hadn’t managed to read any more in the meantime. Knowing now, of course, that I’d be more-or-less house-bound for some time, I snapped them up, even though it was likely that there were gaps in the sequence, and yesterday I picked up Bury Your Dead. And then it began. Sentence fragments. Piling up inexorably. Like December snow against the door. More and more. I grew restless. January. Deeper and deeper. Blast upon blast. I remembered every grammar lesson I ever had – “no sentence fragments!” Even the ones that were kinder than that. “If you must, at least use them sparingly!” But still they kept coming. The snow is up to the eaves now. And I am only in chapter two. I feel trapped. Battered by the icy shards. Smothered –)

This is the skein of Pagewood Farms' Denali in "New Horizon" that I've had in my stash since 2009. 2009! unbelievable. I had already tried any number of patterns and was dissatisfied for any number of reasons, and tried more than one this month, including the Simple Skyp Socks which didn't quite appeal in this wool for some reason — though I will definitely put them on my future-knits list, mind you — but eventually decided on some toe-up Hermione's Everyday socks. The cast-on I chose gave me much grief for an evening, but I eventually a) got it figured out and b) adapted the sizing to better suit my very-wide toes. It's a beautiful cast-on, too, very clever, and makes a smooth and elegant toe.

(Okay, how many people can't help calling them Simple Skype Socks?! I don't even Skype!)

Mom has a couple of knitted dishcloths in her kitchen drawer, but mostly uses a brush for washing. Surprisingly to me, since of course I grew up washing dishes with a brush, I far prefer cloths now, and so since from the start of this adventure I've been the one doing the dishes, I thought, "okay, I get to do the dishes, I get to choose the equipment!" and even though I'm pretty sure mom does not care for these colors, they are just dishcloths and I had a whole cone of the cotton. I have already made at least five cloths with it, and after cranking out a few more — a whole dishcloth in an evening, sometimes! that's one of the great things about crochet, I must say — I began calling it "The Cone of a Thousand Dishcloths"!

The one at the right is the only one that took more than a day — it went incredibly slowly, but I had a hard time figuring out the stitch, and because I like my dishcloths worked at a very tight gauge, working it just made my hand ache. It's the "Crunchy Stitch Cloth" from Petals to Picots, and although I will say that although it was a bit of trouble, the result turned out very well. The others are, clockwise from there, the Spiral Double Crochet cloth, a horizontal rib cloth, the Herringbone Crochet cloth with a SC edge, Seeing Squares, and the Simplicity Dishcloth (DC edge). I confess that I still often can't tell what I'm doing with crochet, and had the dickens of a time telling apart the herringbone and the half-double Simplicity one, but maybe that's partly because the herringbone doesn't look particularly herringboney to me …

So it has been a strange four weeks, kind of outside of time and space while everything is discombobulated — my surroundings are different, the routine is different, the company is different. We had some spectacularly hot weather —

— this was after it had cooled off! — and even an unexpected downpour —

but also some really beautiful clouds in the evenings —

and a brief interlude when Laura came to stay with Grandma while I went home and to the County Fair to see Julia show her market lamb —

Yes, she tied her hair back for the show ring! It was a fun weekend, and I will share more pictures of the crafts competitions in another post. The picture at very top here, by the way, is past Fair logos in cross-stitch! Quite impressive — this was only part of the very large piece, and needless to say, it won some very big ribbons!

And now I'm back at mom's, more dishes and laundry, more sunsets, more follow-up visits to doctors and physical therapists, a quick stop at the yarn shop …
Books and Reading

“The highest result of education is tolerance” — Helen Keller

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9th July 2018

Readers of this blog will probably be aware that I have a deep and lifelong love for the Little House books. And many will no doubt have heard of the Association for Library Services to Children's recent decision to rename their prestigious Laura Ingalls Wilder Award for substantial and lasting contributions by an author to children's literature, on the grounds of Wilder's "racist depictions of minorities," which decision I find deeply dismaying. I appreciate that they considered for some time before making the decision — apparently the subject was broached in February — but it still seems to me a reaction to what is on the surface of the stories, not what lies deeper in them. It is poor literary criticism to take the opinion of a character in a book and ascribe it to the author herself — although certainly it can be taken that way by a child — but that is actually not what dismays me so much about the ALSC's decision.

I remember being a bit bemused by the minstrel show in Little Town on the Prairie, at the time I first read the books being unaware of the undertones of blackface (why is it funny?), but I also remember the black Dr. Tann and how he selflessly and cheerfully visited sick families in the malaria-stricken creek bottoms of Little House on the Prairie. I remember very well Ma's fear of Indians, her repeating that "the only good Indian is a dead one," but I also remember both Pa's pragmatic attitude towards the men who came into the cabin and demanded food and tobacco from Ma, that she had done the right thing by not resisting, and towards the Indian who nearly shot the dog Jack who was in his way — "It's his path. An Indian trail long before we came" — and Pa's respect and admiration for Soldat du Chêne as a leader of his people. And more importantly, I knew even as a child that it is Pa's attitude, not Ma's, that Laura takes away from the experience. It was clear even to me that Ma was afraid of the Indians, and that was why she hated them, that Pa was not afraid so much as wary and yet still fascinated, and that he was willing to learn more about them — that is why he takes the girls to the abandoned camp, of course, for one. Saying, as the ALSC has done, that the books are "racist and culturally insensitive" is a shockingly shallow reading of the Little House books as a whole. You cannot teach a lesson without showing the wrong answer — how does a child know what is "right" if she doesn't know what is "wrong"? Likewise, you cannot show a growing change in cultural attitude by not showing the original one. Laura respects and loves Ma, of course, but it is Pa who is her hero throughout the books, and it is Pa's lessons that Laura learns here, and though Pa's lessons are in themselves problematic on this subject, he at least could see more than one perspective.

Clearly, Wilder was a product of her time, but I think that one of the reasons I loved these books so much is that there was a depth and complexity to them that made me think, that she presented characters with the cultural attitude of her time but she was also able to show another viewpoint, the beginnings at least of a more tolerant, open-minded one.
Miniatures, Miniatures – Hardy House

“S” — and a 10th Update

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10th June 2018

Here is the "S" for my ABChallenge — a miniature fall-front secretary. Somebody was giving this away at my miniatures group a while back — "it needs a bit of TLC," she admitted, as the lid was broken where the pin hinges were, but I managed to get enough wood-filler in that I could make it hold together again. It doesn't really want to lie flat when open, but maybe I can either weight it down with something or just leave it closed. Susan D and I had been exchanging e-mails around that time about making miniature books, so I did these blocks —

They are a bit wobbly along the tops and bottoms, but I put the best one in the middle, so that with the doors closed, most of the wobbliness is hidden!

And the rest of my "10th of the month" miniatures update —

A very sweet enameled tea pot that was originally a bracelet charm, but surely is meant to be on a tea tray somewhere!

Someone was giving this away, too, at another minis meeting a few months ago — I could hardly resist "Railroad Depot Bench," could I!

It went together fairly easily, though the back piece was slightly chipped on one corner — I wanted it to look old anyway, so that was no problem. The only worrisome moment was when the back piece, which is a very thin piece that you glue the battens on, apparently sucked out all of the moisture from the glue, and because it is so thin it didn't have much surface area along the bottom edge to stick to the cross-piece at the bottom, and promptly warped out to the back so much that I could easily have stuck my finger into the gap. But I found some pieces of scrap wood in the garage that fit almost exactly on either side of the back, and clamped them together and left them to sit overnight, and luckily it was almost as good as new in the morning.

The instructions said that maroon was the traditional color, but I didn't really like the rather orangey look of the one craft paint I found actually called "Maroon," and so I used "Red Barn" instead. I obviously need some practice getting a smooth coat of the clear finish on.

It's now roughed up a bit, with some scratches and wearing-off of paint — even, I'm sorry to say —

some graffiti.

But of course it will make an interesting and amusing bit of "junk" in the attic!

I have also been slowly painting the dollhouse itself. The room on the left is going to be mother's sewing room, and I've removed the wallpaper — which I liked but was peeling off a little too much — and painted it with FolkArt's Milk Paint in a really charming "Churned Butter" palest yellow. The library in this picture had just had the first coat of Milk Paint in "Jamestown Blue," which here looks alarmingly seedy but after a second coat is extremely pretty. To be honest, I really hate the copper-colored fireplace hoods, and as I was priming this room — two coats, to try and cover up that very 70s-looking kelly green — I thought, "oh, the heck with it" and painted over the hood as well. We'll see. It looks kind of truncated now, but maybe I can disguise that with a mirror or something!

The breakfast room downstairs, after removing the faux wallpaper and sanding off the remnants of glue — glue stick, I suspect, and not easy to get off, as the paper fuzz was very recalcitrant.

It's funny, in my callow youth I probably wouldn't have given this color a second glance, thinking most neutrals a waste of time, but now I find this one really beautiful — it's Martha Stewart's "Lake Fog," a sort of beige or sand with a hint of grey in it.

(No, I'm not masking off the woodwork. It's really hard at 1:12 scale, trying to get a piece of masking tape to stick on the edge of a piece of baseboard that's protruding only 3/32 of an inch. I found that it was actually less stressful to just do without, and run a fine brush along the edge very slowly. There certainly are some wobbles, but on the whole it is working pretty well.)
“ABChallenge”, Photography

“R”

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9th June 2018