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Anjelle
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Friday, January 08, 2010

I wander through words about cloth and time, and I am inspired. Not because the objects are beautiful, though they are. And not because the writing is done well, though it is. There is a sense of peace in spirit that travels through everything these people send out to the world. There is a lack of s . . . ()

Posted at 03:20 pm by Anjelle
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Wednesday, January 06, 2010

I've spent a lot of time learning crafts. Hubby says everything I try, I succeed at. I think he might just adore me. Still, I've always spread myself thin and picked things up only to be distracted by some new idea before the last was finished. Everything was fast paced. If I can't finish it in a da . . . ()

Posted at 10:57 am by Anjelle
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

I'm having so much fun stitching lately. Various projects. One in particular has been a good trial for new things. If you happen to see it, keep in mind that I'm only just learning embroidery. Ok? Thanks. I've also been folding paper stars. I don't know why. It's a mindless, simple task. I like the . . . ()

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I've lost all the stitching projects I was working on -- temporarily, I hope. At first, I was extremely frustrated. One was meant to be a gift, another was a bag for my tarot cards. I'm attached to these pieces. They're pieces of me. What will my hands do, with no thread and needle? In a fit of bo . . . ()

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