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 :)”
Just before Christmas I received my print copy of Journey in the mail. It was so hard to ignore it as I had gifts and various sleeves at different stages…
(365 Day 63 Photo) I didn’t dare get my hopes up a few months ago when we first discussed it. But, now that it seems like we maybe, just might,…
My grandmommy always says that her mother did all the housework, so when she married she couldn’t boil water. Then she did the same thing to her daughter, who did…
This one is Antrorse, by Shannon Cook. I pretty much love the stitch pattern and fold down collar details, so prepare yourself for image overload. Antrorse is a fairly quick…
I needed something small that could be stuffed in a beach bag for a day trip a couple of weeks ago. It also had to withstand dousings with sand and…
For some reason I haven’t wanted to tackle sewing up the sides of the Scallop clutch lining while the little people are home from school. The little people are teenagers…
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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.