Not getting anywhere, but having fun

Sherlock Holmes : Sensing :: Miss Marple : Intuition.

Need I add that Miss Marple has no need of a sidekick who says, "Brilliant deduction! How the devil was it done?" in order to impress the reader?

On the other hand, Sherlock Holmes is eminently more quotable. Which really shouldn't follow.

You don't want to know how many times I had to fiddle with the above proportion before I hit on the best order (I didn't want to rely too heavily on the reader automatically alternating and inverting it).

Discuss

Does personality type belong to the soul or the body? Why?

Funny Nunny!

I still don't feel quite up to writing, but I got to make some Halloween costumes and wanted to show them off. (These were originally bedsheets, and all the patterns came from my own pure brain, aided by two Google image searches and a saints book for children. The secret is that I don't let the fact that I don't know how to do it stop me. And yes, I am bragging, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.)

Two cheers for the person who can guess both saints correctly!

This took fully half of my total costume-making time, partially because metallic thread and felt go together like oil and water.

Yargh

I've been a little bit wiped out lately, so thinking of things to write while also typing and looking at a computer screen has been too much in the way of multitasking. Which is a stinker, because I have had some great things to write about, such as:
1. Hunt for "Pink Love Songs"
2. Something else which I've forgotten because I'm busy trying to type and look at the screen.
But I hope to arise, Phoenix-like, shortly.

Small Talk 2

A few weeks ago, a friend told me how she'd been working on the art of small talk—the little superficial questions which seemed so silly to her, but which were greeted with genuine relish, so much so that she had decided this was definitely an act of charity. I felt inspired, reflected sadly on how little I'd been sowing seeds of God's love among my acquaintances, and resolved to work harder in the future. (I ought to be an expert from the number of times I've made this resolution.)

I had lots of opportunities for mingling with strangers in the next few weeks, because the residents were in a play at a local theater. One night, a cast member sat down next to me as the chorus started rehearsing a scene. She pointed to my sandals in a friendly way and said, "I have the same shoes!"

"Yeah, isn't Payless great?" with a big, amiable smile. (I had actually noticed that she had the same shoes at a previous rehearsal, but sometimes people are freaked out if you've noticed too much, so I suppressed the information.)

"Why no," startled and a bit offended, "mine* are Anne Klein!"

"Huh." I said, reflecting that if the lady were correct about the shoes' origin (which she wasn't), they wouldn't be anywhere near as cool.

Silence descended, with me feeling pleased that I had kept from expressing myself, but with the lady apparently experiencing less enjoyable emotions.

"Or maybe," she said with a nervous titter, "maybe they weren't."

We had to continue sitting next to each other until she was called on stage, so I had time to reflect that this probably didn't count as having shown God's love to her.

* I try to avoid italics, but my interlocutor unmistakably italicized this word.