Forgive this anti-climactic ending to the blog, I've already been home for a week now and I'm only now getting around to writing this.
These are prehistoric figurines found in Italy, now in the Florentine Museum of Prehistory.
In a mad rush, we did all of the touristy things we had not yet done. This is a view from the cupola of the duomo, looking out towards where I lived.
This photo is not illegal. You cannot tell what I'm working on. But look at me! don't I look like a real conservator?
Meanwhile I'm weaving my head off. I had this brilliant idea to make enough fabric for a dress. The wider the fabric, the more of a living hell it is to weave. At the point that I took this picture, I had threaded only the group of metal things (hettles) on the right. That forest of metal things on the left was still left to go. One thread had to be pulled through each of those things, and in the perfect order.
The result. Without trying, it turned out a bit like something for a wedding dress. I really like it, though. It looks like it would cost a lot of money.
I wasn't going to go to Venice. I don't have any money left. But Hadassa wanted to go, and so I started to want to go. So I went, but only after Hadassa got sick and didn't show up, I forgot my tickets and had to have them changed to a later train, and after taking a hella long boat ride on Venice's public transportation. This is from when I was waiting alone for the right boat at the boat-stop (?) to catch up with my friends who had remembered their tickets and left on the right train.
It's true, Venice is pretty cool. People actually live there and this is proof: if you look closely you'll see laundry.
I didn't take this photo because it is a sentiment I share. I've just found that most Italians feel this way.
I started work on my filling again.
Here I've worked it down to the surface level and wet the edges so you can see them better. It's really messy work. Brown dust everywhere.
The trip we've all been waiting for. Disneyland Paris.
Teacup ride
Walking from the Louvre to the Champs Elysee', we literally stumbled upon this Richard Serra. Kristin looooves Richard Serra and basically freaked out.
While everyone else paid money to freeze their asses off at the top of the Eiffel tower, I took this photo.
