The Peculiar Theremin

Dear Theremin,

You are a peculiar instrument whose eccentricity intrigues me. Your combination of science, music, and atmosphere spills out with your engaging and vibrating sound. You have captivated my attention since the first time I met you and learning to play you is on my list of things to do before I die. You have a lovely ability to camouflage and vary your form adding a charming mystery to your presence. Those who play you look like sorcerers of sound, and I long to be still and aware enough to make you sing. I like you best as a gnome.

Thanks for existing,
Natalie

(From theremaniacs on Etsy)

P.S. Check out Pamelia Kurstin, a theremin virtuoso to see the potential of this peculiarity. She plays in a band called Barbez-- they are amazing, and I was given the stroke of luck to see them perform and it was one of those great shows where you know nothung about the music beforehand. It was wonderful.

Another Ode- This Time to My Sewing Machine

Dear My Lonely Sewing Machine,

I haven't seen you in quite awhile, but it's not because I don't still love you. Our distance has made my feelings for you stronger and stronger every day. I long to hear your gentle purr as you connect threads faster than my thoughts can go. You inspire me, and I long for the times when my leg was able to push your pedal without pain. Soon enough, lovely, soon enough.

-Natalie

P.S. I never realized how fun it is to write exaggerated love letters to inanimate objects.

(these are a few of the gobs of paint sample cards I gathered from the hardware store for a little color and inspiration in my impermanent sewing room here since I moved in with my parents...there I admitted it. Screw the economy. No, I should be grateful...and I am)


(my somewhat pathetic duct tape dress form that is missing me and sick of this unfinished tank top that it's still wearing from July)

Ode to the Shy Button

Dear Button,

You are nostalgic, sweet, plentiful and harmonious. You blend in with a crowd, but you have no qualms when it comes to showing your pretty feathers. You are like a little treasure buried just beneath the sand-- your adorable nature oft goes unnoticed. You are good at the things you do. Your variety and quirks are hidden in plain view. You morph and blend yet still remain the same. You bring me quiet enthusiasm. Your charms are truly endless.

You are as cute as a button.

-Natalie

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