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Pinfeathered: Pinfeathered
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Sunday, January 6, 2013. Noun A newly grown feather. Adjective. (of a person) One who has a newly grown idea. Sarah Engel /SAR-ə iNG(g)əl/. Noun A pinfeathered dabbler. Merriam and Webster may quibble with me over these,. But I just looked them up and they're both dead. So I think I can take 'em if it. Comes to fisticuffs.}. Speak, my friend! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Dabbler in many things, master of none. Unto Him We Live. Moved New Blog Home.
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Pinfeathered: Tutorials
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. How to Make a Paper Snowflake. How to Make a Dickensian Bonnet. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Dabbler in many things, master of none. Unto Him We Live. Horses Help Heal Hurting Hearts. The World According to Maggie. Moved New Blog Home. The History before the History. Enjoy Your Youth … oh, and life's a bummer. Reader, writer, chai-drinker, seamstress, snark. Redeemed mess. City dweller. Last seen hiding behind her cello. View my complete profile.
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Pinfeathered: Costuming
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Beauty and the Beast. Speak, my friend! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Dabbler in many things, master of none. Unto Him We Live. Horses Help Heal Hurting Hearts. The World According to Maggie. Moved New Blog Home. The History before the History. Enjoy Your Youth … oh, and life's a bummer. Reader, writer, chai-drinker, seamstress, snark. Redeemed mess. City dweller. Last seen hiding behind her cello. View my complete profile.
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Pinfeathered: January
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Friday, January 25, 2013. It's January here. (What? What a coincidence.) Not January-with-snow, because I don't live in the right kind of mountains for snow. North Carolina is too far south, and when white flakes brush the bare branches of the Smoky Mountain National Forest - they generally melt by noon. In any case, what we have right now is worse. Today we are iced in! Lest this post sound complaintive, I must confess: I generally enjoy winter! One of my ...
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Pinfeathered: Peace
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Wednesday, February 27, 2013. Misty air as gray as pewter. Cold, wet grass as green as green. In the aspen drops of bird-song. Break the silence; birds unseen. Foggy distance, split-rail fence. Darker colors from the dew. Gray-worn steps sigh underneath me. Cup of coffee, crystal view. Old house slumbers, still too early. Moon has faded, still no sun. Tired jean jacket, pulled in closer. Long weeds whisper: this is home. Cat perched high on rusty tractor.
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Pinfeathered: Origin Story
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Saturday, January 19, 2013. That's what they call that sepia tinted part in every superhero movie where they nip into the protagonist's past and show us why he/she gave up normal existance and decided to wear their underwear on the outside of their tights. If John Williams is on the job, there are violins in the background, playing the classical version of a power-ballad. .It's also usually fraught with angst and tragedy. Where do ideas begin. I want to con...
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Pinfeathered: Readables
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Favorite Books, Quotes, and Fragmented Turns of Phrase. Beauty, by Robin McKinley. Watership Down, by Richard Adams. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien. Murder Must Advertise, by Doroth Sayers. Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson. The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, by Alan Bradley. Among the Bean Trees, by Barbara Kingsolver. Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater.
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Pinfeathered: April 2013
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Monday, April 8, 2013. This was always going to be a problem with me and blogging about my love's work: I get too busy doing to write about it. Has it been a while? I'll tell you about some of my creative progress, but first: a mental detour. Today I was talking to my mom about. Choices I Have Made. Schemes Percolating In The Back Corners Of My Soul. Perhaps the reason I come back to worry over this question so often relates to that line in. I like to be ho...
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Pinfeathered: January 2013
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Friday, January 25, 2013. It's January here. (What? What a coincidence.) Not January-with-snow, because I don't live in the right kind of mountains for snow. North Carolina is too far south, and when white flakes brush the bare branches of the Smoky Mountain National Forest - they generally melt by noon. In any case, what we have right now is worse. Today we are iced in! Lest this post sound complaintive, I must confess: I generally enjoy winter! One of my ...
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Pinfeathered: February 2013
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The quaint fancies of a feather-headed dabbler. Wednesday, February 27, 2013. Misty air as gray as pewter. Cold, wet grass as green as green. In the aspen drops of bird-song. Break the silence; birds unseen. Foggy distance, split-rail fence. Darker colors from the dew. Gray-worn steps sigh underneath me. Cup of coffee, crystal view. Old house slumbers, still too early. Moon has faded, still no sun. Tired jean jacket, pulled in closer. Long weeds whisper: this is home. Cat perched high on rusty tractor.