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 :)”
I remember bringing photography books from the college library home to my rented room and spending the afternoon leafing through them. I know that I’m just one of millions who’s…
This film is probably 4 years old. It’s 120, which I guess is why I had it taped up and sealed in a pouch inside of a grocery bag I’d…
More of Him, less of me. (a little less of me, 365 Day 127 Photo) “I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in me, and I…
I’m still working on my Marley shawl, but my Gather, another Andrea Mowry design, is now complete. It isn’t easy to stand outside in a wool/ linen shawl right now. It’s not…
These remind me how beautiful everyday things can be. Even the most practical of employments can be an artistic process, not just a finished object. day 249 day 304
We had an unexpected storm that day. (365 Day 250) “My feet are planted in the waist-high reedsIn the shadows in the shape of treesThrough the kingdom’s smoky leavesYou’d be…
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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.