My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
There are only two projects on my needles: a tv knit (Drift’s Ridge) and a cabled knit (Offshore V-Neck). All is as it should be. A few weeks ago I…
“For now we see as in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.” -1…
Not the greatest picture mankind has taken, but I just loved the blue-green colors and thought they needed to be out there, floating around on the internet. It makes me happy…
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.
Oh, winter is bleak where I live. Not bleak as in picturesque, snow- blanketed farm houses. Not even a dramatic Siberia- bleak. It’s just like summer when the grass is…
Winter makes sense of our basic needs. There’s clarity sitting by a fire, huddling together, lit from the inside out. I could stay up all night.
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.