Tuesday, February 27, 2018

More Minecraft

These are working up so quickly!

Enderman and squid

Wolf and ocelot

Saturday, February 24, 2018

One Can Never Have Enough Purple Necklaces

I got French General's beaded crochet kit for Christmas, so I made a super-long sparkly necklace that perfectly matches a cardigan, leggings, and my winter coat (guess what my favorite color is!):

Inspired by Black Panther's costuming and jewelry (such a good movie), I pulled out Zulu Inspired Beadwork by Diane Fitzgerald and made the flowerette necklace:

Sunday, February 18, 2018

What I'm Stitching

I started Bee's Needleworks's "Tree of Stitches," a project I've been dying to stitch for a few years:

I've started up again with Der Feine Faden's "Summer Mood":

And I'm almost finished with the Victoria Sampler's "L Is for Librarian":

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

On to the Next Quilt

Now that Beadboy1's quilt is finally done, I can start in on Beadboy2's. Years ago I bought a Seminole quilting book thinking I might do that, but I think I would (again) be biting off more than I can chew. And then, last year, I discovered the Minecraft Quilt.

Beadboy2 is has been obsessed with Minecraft for years, and he enthusiastically supports this quilt (he also swears he will still be into Minecraft whenever the heck I finish it). So I bought the fabric bundle and started cutting and piecing. Just a couple of weeks later I already have seven squares!
Skeleton and Villager
Pig and Cow
Alex and Steve
Creeper
This is progressing much faster than the star quilt (probably helps that I'm not dealing with a gazillion 4.5-inch squares).  Dare I jinx it, and predict that I might have the top done by the end of the year?

Saturday, February 10, 2018

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

I can't remember the last time I read a true novel of ideas like The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Nominally about two couples dealing with each other and the aftermath of the Prague Spring, the story is a meditation on actions and consequences, language, body and soul, and life itself.* The narration Kundera uses is deceptively folksy, as if he is a charming storyteller relating the latest gossip, but he is constantly challenging his characters' (and our) assumptions.

The title is taken from a concept elucidated early on by Kundera -- the idea that because we have one life, that we cannot revisit decisions or "try again," consequences don't matter. One can float through life without giving a thought to how others are affected because what's done is done, and therefore irrelevant. Tomas spends most of his life guided by this principle and so convinces himself that his dalliances with woman after woman could not possibly affect his wife. Sabina takes a slightly different tack. Not only does she acknowledge the consequences of her betrayals, she revels in them and seeks them out without letting them affect her; in her own way floats through life equally "light in being."  Nevertheless, what these two spend so much time avoiding does ultimately weigh them down, in ways they don't necessarily acknowledge.

Tereza, on the other hand, is quite weighed down -- by her mother's grotesque earthiness, Tomas's infidelities, her unconditional love for her dog, and ultimately her own inability to reconcile the tension she perceives between her body and her soul.  This latter struggle of hers is the flip side of Tomas's infidelities, and both derive from the idea that the soul and the body are separate entities.

The story takes place during and after the Soviet conquest of Czechoslovakia, and Kundera has quite a bit to say about that, too, particularly the irrelevance of ideas, integrity, or even truth in the face of a determination to win at any cost (something that hit close to home in our current post-fact, "fake news" political landscape).  This novel served as a stark reminder of how much ugly, petty, unrelenting evil Communism causes. Turns out, extreme ideologies also thrive without being weighed down by the actual consequences they generate.



*Just a few chapters into the novel, I wondered how one could possibly turn these ideas into a movie. Turns out, you can't, and Kundera was disappointed with the adaptation.