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,
(365 day 3 photo) I’m not a total bum- I did my daily photo.
That’s the title of one of my bookmarks. And the list of pages of camera accessories, shoes, diy projects, music, and housewares just keeps growing. I would never expect to…
Maybe it’s the cut-offs I tried to hem in high school; they ended up shorter in front than in back. Or it may be the lining I sewed into this…
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
It’s been a busy week of making Christmas gifts. As I was clicking the mouse to arrange the same pictures differently for calendars over and over, or wrapping wire…
This modified Unicorn Stripes (by Antonia Shankland) scarf was a form of therapy. Who cares that it’s super long and repetitive? It uses lots of stash yarns, some of which…
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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. :/