If it Doesn’t Kill You, It Makes You the Hulk
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
This week’s work was more stockinette for the front, all the way up to the neck shaping. It knitted up much faster than the previous week, leaving me time…
This is going to be a very fiber geek kind of post. There will be terms like “Fiber Event” and “Knit Night” sprinkled throughout, and I will write with a…
I wasn’t always comfortable with trusting my instincts, and I don’t just mean when knitting a piece of clothing. Sometime, within the last several years, I have shrugged off the…
I’ll be honest. I just needed a break from making tiny loops with tiny little sticks. No fingering weight, no sport, NO lace. I’ve had these skeins of Araucania Liwen…
Don’t look too closely underneath. There may be a secret there. An old friend or two that drifted away for some reason we never quite figured out. Unresolved…
Joined the 365 Days and Shutter Sisters 365 had a tough time finding a shot I even sort of liked for my first 365 self portrait.
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Oh, I love the Cajun sound to that song! And that's Natalie Merchent??!!
I love what you wrote about fear. We are professional worriers in our family, always gearing up for the worst. But then we can't really enjoy the here and now if we are doing that, can we? I'm starting to realize that and I hope I can change course.
I'm sorry you went through such a dark time, but now you have this incredible inner strength that you can pass on to your children. They are very lucky. 🙂 Thank you for sharing yourself with blogland.
Thank you, Louisiana Belle. I can relate. I think I'm past fear as a lifestyle, but anger, sarcasm, bitterness? Well, I've still got work to do. :/