Tying Loose Ends

My board at the end of 2013.

 The gift of a whole lot of patterned felt
No, this is not my Grandmother but Mabel is awesome.


This is what happened when I unearthed the surface of my art table.


 Goodbye 2013.  Here are the laces I put on my shoes made in Japan bought in Hong Kong on one early morning before catching my plane back to Hainan Island.  They have lasted me almost four years now. Maybe they'll last four more years.

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