One Poem. One Planet. April 6, 2017

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On this first night of war
our generals speak of love

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This twerp, again.

Arting outside today

WOW!!!! Our neighbor is a building contractor and he just gave me his old Carhartts to repurpose into …. Something! My mind is racing! Where are my scissors! This is going to be so fun! #repurpose #repurposedclothing

America no longer deserves its children.

64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70/100… Zotterdog helping me out in the studio today. Changing things up a bit. I tried to cram another little scrap in my scrap bin and it said ENOUGH! And literally exploded with cloth. Some of these scraps are 20 years+ old. Time to transform discards into something beautiful. Zotter was a rescue dog, and now I’m rescuing these bits of fabric, if we want to get symmetrical about it. All Zot cares about is getting dog hair all over yet another project.

Time for our annual argument—have we been married 35 years or 36 years? I guess it doesn’t matter who is right (me), we’re still here and still in love. He spent a couple hours in the driveway washing my car today and I spent 5 hours cooking for him—Julia Child’s Boeuf Bourguignon—it’s like ambrosia from the oven. Happy Anniversary, Danno, we’ve come a long way from our rice and pea days and I’d do it all over again. ❤️❤️