Between blotch and blok

So, as well as getting rid of stuff, I'm making use of stuff.

I'm in the process of finishing a summer dress in a length of fabric I failed to make into a dress well over twenty years ago. (Good thing my tastes haven't changed too much.)

I've also started a Beekeeper's Quilt to make us of as many bits and bobs of 4ply and sock yarn in my possession (easier to get at as I've had to move stacked boxes from the corner of the bedroom to under the new bed so the widdling cat can't find any floor to make use of). It's modular, and I'm aiming big--four foot square--so it'll take some time.

I also discovered the downside of disposing og things: I ran out out clean duvet covers (the worn-out or incorrect-sized ones went a few weeks back). Sometimes decluttering means reacquiring jsut the right stuff.

So the next batch of bookss to go are all by Neal Stephenson. Not because we don't like: we do. Simply because iof I'm ever to read or reread I'll shell out for ebooks. The Kindle's a darn sight more comfortable on the wrists!

Next up: can I bear to part with my Penguin Norse sagas--all beautiful black spines in a row--if I have another translation (maybe the same translation) in a Folio Society edition?