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Love that there is no spell check on the loom of woven words. Escaping the electronics in our world is what tapestry forces us to do, in spite of ourselves. We all can be crotchity old weavers!!

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That's it exactly. Making messes and mistakes and gorgeous stuff and having a lovely wooly time while we're doing it.

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Why can’t you just weave a separate t and put it in place with a safety pin?

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I totally could do that -- and might when I'm done if I need to. Or I could embroider the t. Alas there is also the question of the I in radical that should be an e for crotchety and it may be that the misspelled word is just fine -- just how I am!

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crotchety embroidered in the marginalia? (solving a non-problem here)

also, collective noun possibilities for adjectives: flux (i ike this but--), spot (like tea), jixg or btim (make your own almost unspeakable noun). what would a medieaval scribe/weaver do?

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not in the marginalia, but as marginalia or in the margins. you know.

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Yes! I even have (or once had) that whole series of tapestries called Margin Notes. NO words in them, but margin notes delight me --as do corrections on a tapestry.

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a flux of adjectives. Nice--though I'm also entranced by the idea of a totally made up word. Geez. Now that feels FUN

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Love the flying weaving drawing!! Weaving is kind of a magic carpet, isn’t it? (& Beryll’s on point commentary per usual :)

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It is indeed. Just sitting down at the loom weave feels like I'm being transported..

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In a newsletter that I read last week (I’m sorry but I don’t remember which but it will come to me). The author said not to correct typos. He once closed an email with ‘All the bees’ instead of ‘All the best’. He now uses that closing because wishing someone All the bees is a good thing!

You have created a new word and get to define it.

Glorious!

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Al the bees. I LOVE that so much. And honestly, if we can't be ourselves in our writing and our artwork, (typos, misspellings and all), then where can we? Thanks for this

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What delightful words, weaving and climbing to becoming something new and connected. Love!

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I think I'd call a group of adjectives a "quick'. As in 'the quick and the dead'. Quick in that phrase means 'alive' and that is what a group of adjectives does. They bring nouns alive.

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Oooooh Nice. Thanks. I love that reminder.

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At first I guessed that the missing t was a fibery kind of error, like you'd picked up a hook instead of your knitting needles. But then there's the i instead of e. English needs a special vowel to cover all those unaccented shwas. It's quite amazing how those words grow from the end to the beginning. .... I love your flying loom fantasy; clearly Beryl does too!

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well now I'm totally entranced by the idea of the crochity crochet. Though the I does change things -- not unlike the way this darn computer turns my lower case single I into an upper case one every time.....

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And I so appreciate you too, Sarah!!! All of those beautiful, beautiful woven letters! You and Beryl jumping though space from one colored square to another and then taking flight on your loom!!! So in love with these drawings! I too have to watch the exclamation mark count! lol Once when my sister was very young, my mother and I were trying to teach her to say the word SOUTH. She was having a hard time making the TH sound and it kept coming out SOUT. She finally stood up and said the word is SOUT! It is my word! And so as Logan has said below, you have created a new word! Perhaps a gentler form of crotchety that has the smoother edges of crochet? You know, as in she was crochity! Works for me! :-) ....

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That's the best "SOUT is my word." So true. And I suppose crochity can be mine. Thank you so much for that!

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maybe

a descriptory

of adjectives

or

a definery

of adjectives

if the crotchety nature

of autocorrect

decides to

let them

be

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A "descriptory"! I'm in love. Also with your little poem, which makes my day. Thanks.

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I am loving the poetry of this tapestry, and your ways of writing/images/connections are always uplifting. Thank you!

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Nothing like discovering new 🤣 words! On another note, I am continually in awe of those remarkably straight selvages. Cheers and happy Thanksgiving! Grateful for you and The Gusset.

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Thanks for the selvage admiration! They are behaving surprisingly well given that I'm sometimes working a touch too close to the edges. Helps to have my translucent ruler at the ready at all times though....

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Radically alive……..I love it. We need that now. So grateful for you, Sarah.

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When my oldest son was learning to write stories in second grade he was told not to worry about spelling. Write however it sounded to him is what he was told. So it's obvious your creative juices were working and there wasn't time to consult a dictionary. As with my son, stopping to consult the dictionary would have short circuited your creative process. Is creative one of your adjectives?

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That's so lovely to know. Creative has shown up and then vanished a couple of times so far--mostly because it wouldn't fit in with the other words that were unfolding which so far have been kinda bossy... Perhaps the misspelling was just the word creative showing up in another guise.

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More letters/words! Yea!! Always love (LOVE!!) seeing them!

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-Poetry-

I sit with my cup

to catch the crazy falling alphabet.

It crashes, it gravels down,

a fault in the hemispheres.

High-rise L’s, without windows—

buckling in slow motion;

Subway G’s, Y’s, twisted,

collapsing underground:

screams of passengers

buried in the terrible phonemes,

arms and legs paralyzed.

And no one, no one at all,

is sifting through the rubble.

- Ruth Stone

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Oh geez. That's wondrous. Thank you so much for Ruth Stone!

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