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 :)”
It’s my least favorite… no, second to least favorite… no, third to least favorite thing to do. It comes after weaving in ends and large bind offs. I swear I’ve…
I guess you can see that I finally got a composer. I love it. The cheap, DIY-er in me wanted to make one with a toilet plunger (never underestimate the…
Chelsea Berkompas recently released an ebook, The Wool Project, which has so intrigued me. Besides having several of her beautiful patterns in it, one of which I’m almost finished…
This was a good day. (mother stuff, 365 Day 125 Photo) Took a 365 of some things I inherited from my mother: this sweater, a macrame bag she made (yes,…
I feel on the brink of something. I realize I’m saying that and then following it with a bunch of pictures of yarn and my cat…again, which begs the…
I have a new survival skill to add to my “In case of Apocalypse” repertoire. I have memorized an easy, fast hat that can be made with only half a…
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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.