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 :)”
Some of the more regular moments of my summer captured and dumped here: My son and I did our bit to help decorate for Vacation Bible School. Did you ever…
I had to squeeze in one more for myself. I guess I’ve being influenced by the world around me, but I’m in love with pinks, mauves, and purples these days….
I know. I’ve got too many projects on the needles. I know it, and yet here I am with another finished knit I really hadn’t planned to knit just now….
How have I been knitting for 15+ years and still not yet knit a Wool and the Gang pattern? Weird, huh? So the Julia Sweater is my first one. It’s also been in my…
I decided to use 365 as an excuse to take new photos of some of my sweaters for my Ravelry. The old ones were either taken with a poor camera…
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…
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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.