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 wanted to finish this pullover, by Joji Locatelli, before sitting in on one of her classes. Kind of like reading an author’s book before hearing them speak. It just…
I suppose I will… this spring… because I’m finally making the Bombshell Shorts. I’ve been so looking forward to making this that I’ve had trouble concentrating on the project I…
These are few images of my grandparents’ home so familiar to me that I feel peaceful just looking at them. Even the furniture is like family. (365 Day 322)…
We go through phases: brownies and Battlestar (before it was laughable,) or chips,salsa, and The Closer. Sometimes we just finish our day, all of us, reading on my bed….
I called them this because the skein of Gynx Yarns, Confetti and Champagne, made me think of Christopher Walken’s The Continental. The actual name of the pattern is called Smooth…
(365 Day 25 photo)Back in class today. The bag is great, but sometimes this Sunday School teacher just needs to hit people.
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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.