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It is a sign of true friendship when your coworker lends you his copy of Alan Moore's Lost Girls. Even if it almost stretched my shoulder as I was carrying it home.

(He currently has my copy of Stefan Heym's The King David Report, and has just returned my copy of issue 3 of the new Dungeons and Dragons comic. Which is very good.)

Another coworker has just borrowed a three-book Cadfael compilation and the The Five Doctors DVD off me. He mentioned that he hoped I wasn't expecting the Cadfael back too soon. I reassured him that he shouldn't worry.

It is pleasant to have this sort of trade with at least a few coworkers.

Also sold a pair of amethyst earrings to another coworker. Demure little faceted things, basic but neat. Every little helps. (And helps pay off the expense of buying all that stash in the first place.)

Have reluctantly decided that ironing seams is a necessary part of patchwork. That is, after doing some seams, before doing other seams that cross/intersect/meet them, or adding a layer of backing, it is a good idea to iron them flat so they'll lie in the right direction. This is annoying, as I don't like ironing. But it does make the sewing a great deal easier.

Oh, and thank God it's the weekend. I'm very tired.

---

Cunning and art he did not lack
But aye her whistle would fetch him back.


O, I shall go into a hare
With sorrow and sighing and mickle care,
And I shall go in the Devil's name
Aye, till I be fetchèd hame.

Hare, take heed of a bitch greyhound
Will harry thee all these fells around,
For here I come in Our Lady's name
All but for to fetch thee hame.

Cunning and art he did not lack
But aye her whistle would fetch him back.


Yet I shall go into a trout
With sorrow and sighing and mickle doubt,
And show thee many a merry game
Ere that I be fetchèd hame.

Trout, take heed of an otter lank
Will harry thee close from bank to bank,
For here I come in Our Lady's name
All but for to fetch thee hame.

Cunning and art he did not lack
But aye her whistle would fetch him back.


Yet I shall go into a bee
With mickle horror and dread of thee,
And flit to hive in the Devil's name
Ere that I be fetchèd hame.

Bee, take heed of a swallow hen
Will harry thee close, both butt and ben,
For here I come in Our Lady's name
All but for to fetch thee hame.

Cunning and art he did not lack
But aye her whistle would fetch him back.


Yet I shall go into a mouse
And haste me unto the miller's house,
There in his corn to have good game
Ere that I be fetchèd hame.

Mouse, take heed of a white tib-cat
That never was balked of mouse or rat,
For I'll crack thy bones in Our Lady's name;
Thus shalt thou be fetchèd hame.

Cunning and art he did not lack
But aye her whistle would fetch him back.


-- Robert Graves

Date: 2011-01-22 02:33 am (UTC)
ext_38010: (Byakuya)
From: [identity profile] summer-queen.livejournal.com
I'll be curious to hear what you think of Lost Girls. I had ... rather strong opinions on it back when I read it.

Date: 2011-01-22 06:58 pm (UTC)
archangelbeth: An egyptian-inspired eye, centered between feathered wings. (Default)
From: [personal profile] archangelbeth
*admires the poem, and notes that perhaps someone should not have played the shapeshift game till the pursuer got fed up with it*
*crunch*

Date: 2011-01-23 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liralen.livejournal.com
Sadly, yes, patchwork does kind of require ironing. Bah...

Mmm... sounds like wonderful trades of kind.

Date: 2011-01-23 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liralen.livejournal.com
S'all right.

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