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I’ve been looking for this really helpful post about artist growth… where you get to these points where your skill doesn’t match your knowledge of what SHOULD look good, and then it flips… it looked like a double helix on the graph, if that helps. If anyone happens to have that pic I’d love to see it again!

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absolutely criminal how falling into bad habits is the easiest thing in the world while developing positive habits feels like fighting a literal war

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the intimacy of having your efforts reciprocated in the same intensity and with the same tenderness

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parents got a new cat they named lord montague and this morning i heard my dad in the other room say "i would have to advise against that decision, my lord" followed by a crashing sound

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My nephew is getting baptized!!!!!!! I get to be his godmother!!!!!!

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I have finished my Cabin Peaks quilt!

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It's national Cat Lady Day, so I hope all you cat ladies have a wonderful day! Here's my favorite cat lady from my collection. She just looks so fed up with everyone and everything except the precious potato babby.

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Pondering quilting patterns. It’ll require a quick seam rip and re-sewing afterward, but I think the effect will be worth it! Which do you like most: the Math Class Doodle, the Dandelion Head, the Swirly Lotus, or the Asymptotes?

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or 243, counting the two pieces for the back.

me: I want to sew something…but something small. Small and self-contained.

also me: *plots out a 241-piece patchwork pillowcase*

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me: I want to sew something…but something small. Small and self-contained.

also me: *plots out a 241-piece patchwork pillowcase*

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@dearvoidgoodnight

you cannot advertise to me in a way that matters.

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FETCH ME NEIL

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Three days since you died, I crack two eggs into a cup to scramble for my breakfast. I'm struck that, with you gone, the yolks can stay, now, not just in my meals, but family-wide. What a weird little grief to see in meals ahead.