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 :)”
This is Wildflowers and Honeycomb by Olivia Villereal. You may know her as This Handmade Life on instagram and Ravelry. Yes, it’s that Olivia, the one whose crafty photos always…
As I’m headed down the road to being a crazy cat lady anyway, I may as well post pictures of my animals avoiding the cold by taking over our home….
I guess I felt like I needed some. Bear with me as my ever present camera collects the evidence. I found him: frog hunting, day 239 sliding with his friends…
Occasionally I actually dress up, wear nice shoes, put on jewelry, or at least comb through my hair. I’ve never been big on “pretty.” It just wasn’t in my vocabulary….
It took thousands of stitches in lace weight yarn, but it was worth it. Listen to me, I’m being so dramatic. A quick look at my Ravelry page shows me…
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle…
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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.