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 :)”
Remember when you would go out to eat with your parents and they’d see what you ordered and say your eyes were bigger than your stomach? That’s the way I…
This is a visual break from winter. That’s handy because it’s also some photos that I forgot to post in this seemingly never-ending project. day 284 day 338
I’m past the halfway point in my cardigan for the Downton Knitalong. Which means all of the picking up of stitches and seaming lace is done. The rest is just…
So, my Ravelry knitalong friends were not kidding when they said I’d love using Madelinetosh. I misread the yarn requirements and ordered one skein of lace for a woman’s small…
I am back in the cabling groove, but I still need a project for all the times I multi-task knit. Drift’s Ridge , by Teresa Gregorio, is that project. Since…
(365 Day 25 photo)Back in class today. The bag is great, but sometimes this Sunday School teacher just needs to hit people.
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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.