My daughter named him. And he was “drawn out” of the litter by my sister just for us.
All I have to say is, “Where’s my hat?” and he knows what’s about to happen.
You can’t see the grizzled hair on his chin.
He’s a good old man.
(365 day 71 photo) Ok, it’s been about 15 days since I went shampoo-free. I’m using boar’s bristle brushes to comb out my hair in sections each day and massaging…
I didn’t want to title this post, using the dreaded nest reference. You know the one. I don’t dread for it’s meaning, just the overused cliched nature. Also, I’m still…
Sometime in my early twenties I realized I was an introvert. The fact that many of my social outings up to that point had felt a burdensome thing that I…
Well, it ends here. I’m giving myself until mid July to finish the bigger, space stealing projects I have in various stages of completion. We tend to have too…
This is it. The Corona Camisol. It’s meant to be loose fitted, but I think the model in the picture is pinning all the loose swaths of stockinette back with…
