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 really do hope that anyone who reads this has or will have had a really special Thanksgiving with people who love them, mindful of the blessings in their life….
I’m finally at a place where I don’t want to cast on every thing I see and I need your help. I want to finish up all of the lingering…
Winter makes sense of our basic needs. There’s clarity sitting by a fire, huddling together, lit from the inside out. I could stay up all night.
Pinterest is the new vortex that’s sucking up my free time. It’s replaced my ripped out magazine pages and is certainly prettier than a bookmarks folder. It’s like blog reading…
Since I’m going to be out of pocket all weekend, thought I’d leave a few extra posts. (365 Day 87 Photo) Plus, I’m behind on posting my 365’s. This one…
Because everyone needs a handmade aviator’s hat. This is knit in Knit Picks Swish dk and Biggo that I won in a Holla Knits giveaway. You can see the earflaps…
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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.