Natalie Wilkinson
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Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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Halloween Parade
Halloween is all about the costumes and adopting a persona. Costumes are not just for kids. So welcome to the party! Here is a musical preview to encourage you to show up on our doorstep dressed appropriately and knowing what to expect. Charge your phone and bring your flashlight. It's dark out there.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Beat
Love Note
I don’t remember whose idea it was, Suzanne’s, Fiona’s, or mine. The three of us did everything together that year. We were in Form 2, the British equivalent of 8th grade. My family had moved to Dunedin, New Zealand in the middle of a US school year when I was in 7th grade. I’d had two summers that year, one in the States and one in New Zealand. I had always been a year younger than everyone in my class because my birthday fell at the end of the traditional cut-off date. Now I was the same age because of the reversal in seasons.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Confessions
Seirei no Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit
Seirei no Moribito, an animated television series first aired in April of 2007, is at the top of my list of great anime features of all time. It is not only visually breathtaking. The original music score is superb, and the story has all the elements that combine to make it a fantastic fantasy fairytale quasi-historical drama.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Geeks
The Introduction
Ann I like Bosc pears and Red Anjou pears. Those are the only two kinds of pears I like. There. You know more about me than my ex-boyfriend did when he bought a Bartlett pear tree for my yard. And because life is stranger than fiction he and Dorothy Partridge were upstairs eating Bartlett pears in my bed when he became my ex.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Fiction
Bull Market
Bull Ryder was one of those people who grew into their names and used them. Trading with his name, he was down in the pit before computer screens turned living into a blur of lines, charging at the numbers and bellowing buys and sells with a single-minded determination that earned him the moniker “Bull of Wall Street”. He had started at the bottom as a clerk the day after finishing high school, no family money and no old seat on the exchange passed down to him, with a few thousand and a little bit of luck.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Fiction
