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Making waves and a bit more on the weather

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Rachel's waves
I’m now working on the ocean portion of Rachel’s tallit. I layers three colors of Shantung, a turquoise a blue/grey and a dark green.T stitched waves and then began cutting away layers of the silk. while I was working, I found a length of silk charmeuse that I had dyed in blue/greens. I’m adding some waves in the charmeuse. Once the piece looks oceany enough, I will then satin stitch and cover all of the raw edges. I suppose that there other other ways to build an ocean out of fabric, but this is my favorite method.

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crossing Broadway
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Walking on the south bound lane of Broadway after the storm
And now for the continuing weather report.  You can see that at 9:00 this morning, that Broadway was still unpopulated by cars, you can see the lone walker walking south.  The cross streets were still unplowed. A little later on in the day I saw parents pulling their little one on a sled, going west. During the night I saw the Chinese restaurant delivery men weaving their way up and down Broadway on their bicycles.They were not having fun.

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  1. well at least you've got shops within walking distance. We finally got plowed out this morning and can get out of our driveway, which is really long!

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  2. Ispent years and years shoveling snow. I am hugely grateful that I no longer have to shovel. I love that everything I could possibly need in a snowstorm is rightdownstairs.

    City life does have it's difficulties, but weach snowstorn I am so glad that I am here.

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