many things make a post


qotd, 'tis the season

“All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable."

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—"

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

"So we can believe the big ones?"

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

"They're not the same at all!"

YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET—Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME...SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.

"Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point—"

MY POINT EXACTLY.”
Terry Pratchett, Hogfather


many things make a post


lemons = cashmere

Every now and again -- if by "now and again" you read "every few minutes" -- I ask myself "why am I not in Italy right now?" All of my answers, while sensible, are highly unsatisfying. I mean, seriously? Why am I not in Italy right now?

For when those moments surface, I've made wee little neck warmer from yarn purchased at Chianti Cashmere in Tuscany

Before I get to the pictures of the finished item, a brief flurry of photos from the trip:

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The Teen, with two goats.

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The Boy, feeding Jellybean. 

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Jellybean and my legs. I was in her way and she's very shy.

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Nora Kravis, whose goats they are.

For the scarf, I used the Madison scarf pattern, needles of some size I can no longer remember, and about two weeks:

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The beads are from a long ago trip to Prague:

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The color is more true in the top picture. Cameras are weird. 

So that's what's making me happy this week, even though I am most decidedly not in Italy right now.