There's a seam in the collar of my winter coat that's been separating for a while now. When one hangs it up by the loop there, it pulls up on the lining, tending to part said lining from the collar. Since I discovered this, I have been putting it on the backs of chairs, or on proper hangers.
Today, being a day off, I got out the sewing kit and began to eye the repair. I have some nylon thread; it's khaki colored and the lining is grey, but hey. 'Twill do. The problem is forcing the needle through 3 or 4 thicknesses of nice warm coatlining fabric. Enter the needlenose pliers. Seems I've seen pictures on TV of surgeons sewing with needles held in hemostats, so, like, why not? Also, it turns out that the wire-cutter insert in the crotch of the needlenose pliers is quite sharp enough to cut thread. Twenty minutes, and it's done. Not even any hand cramps to show for it.
Been playing with music some lately. Partly learning stuff for Coro, for a program to be entitled something like "Greatest hits of the 1400's. It's secular music of Guillaume DuFay and Adriaan Willaert. In the medieval style, it's complex simply for the sake of complexity. Which reminds me of jazz in some ways. Also complex for the sake of complexity, and also not really worth the effort to learn. Ah, well.
I've also been thinking of coming up with a tune or two for some of my poetry. More on that later, if it comes to anything I don't hate. I find I like Lilypond; it not only typesets the music from a relatively straightforward text file, it can also generate midi files, so I can hear what it sounds like (which is a great way to spot typos, incidentally). I should sit down and make some templates for common types of music: one to four staffs with words underneath; one double staff without; etc.
Hating my creations seems to be a necessary step in the birthing cycle of anything that's any good. It's also a part of bad creations, of course. Knowing when to stop hating something and decide it might be worth someone else's time is the tricky part.
Speaking of tools, we spent part of the weekend taking apart a fence. There was this silly cedar picket fence around the yard, which has long since rotted away. Thought cedar didn't rot? Well, not for longer, maybe, but eventually the horizontal stringers get to the point that they won't hold more nails. So we took it down. A couple weekends ago when it was 50 I removed sections from posts, and now the sections are stacked in the basement. The trashpersons will accept a bag or two of deconstruction debris per week, so that's how much we generated. Should keep us busy til spring.
Stand by for more coffee.
Ahhhh. Coffee makes everything better. So between the deconstruction and fencing of the fence, and the show snoveling earlier in the week, there are lots of complaining muscles. But it's a nice sunny day; I think I'll spend some of it napping in the sun.
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