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.
He was once an emaciated tom with a huge fluffy head (hence the name “Brain.”) Though he’s not succumbed to my cat whisperings yet, he has started taking his meals…
So I’m maybe a third of the way through Lilith Ubbelohde’s cowl-neck shell, Sexxxy Librarian. Yes, that’s sexxxy with a triple x; though, as I knit this in my ginormous yoga…
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…
Thirteen years ago, while staying in a cabin outside of San Antonio, I collected native air plants (ball moss, I believe) from a trail to bring home and hang from…
Or “I got RSI for Christmas!” Join us for #StashbustingTheNewYear thru Feb! My personal goals for the year: gift some baby blankets, always have some No Waste Socks going, finish…
(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…
