This is how I know what neighborhood to move into: who has serious holiday lights? I’m talking decorating for Halloween, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day. So. I love my neighborhood. (I mean, if somebody decorated for Mardi Gras, that would make it even better. But I’m willing to accept that if i want that, I’m going to have to do it myself.)
I wish my feelings about my job were as unconflicted. I feel betrayed.
Also! Oh, this is good news! I’ve been digging through my stash, which is larger than I might like, and I found something amazing. It’s a latch hook rug kit that my grandmother bought for me, oh, probably twenty years ago. (I think it was my grandmother. I have vague memories of talking to her about it, and also a couple of other elderly relatives on that side of the family, but twenty years is a long time.) So I finally started it the other day, and it’s the niftiest thing I’ve done in years. Not to mention I kinda needed a rug, and that’s an excellent incentive to finish it.
In downtown Boston, even. There are some genuinely wonderful juxtapositions to be had there. (I am still sad about that one really ugly building in Scollay Square, and I’m unconvinced that the neo-brutalist Lego aesthetic really works with the city, but I have Opinions occasionally.) Also, a very successful trip to the embroidery-supply shop (sadly, they also sell yarn, and I am weak), so I definitely need to get in gear on some of those projects … One of these days I will remember to take a decent picture of the banded iron I’m working on …
Sometimes I think my phone camera thinks it’s smarter than me. But it’s wrong.