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 the Innisfil Cropped Tank from the recently self-published Good Night, Day knitting book. Remember how I’ve knit a bunch of these patterns? Well, this was one I knit…
What’s the deal with all of the hats? I have all of these winter sweater-y plans, with yarn ready in “yarn corner”, but I keep side-tracking into hats. Several were…
I didn’t grow up on a farm where seasons and the moon determined your lifestyle. I spent the eighties in a little suburb where seasons were either new episodes of…
Are these Bombshell Shorts not astounding? They are my new camp shorts knit for the Pour Moi Knitalong, hosted by Evelyn, and they’re the most fun thing I’ve ever knit. Even…
My husband asks what on Earth a pair of socks has to do with space. I try to explain I’m losing enthusiasm for my sock challenge and I’ll take any…
You know you have some. I reside in a world of knitting bloggers who love posting details about their finished knits with beautiful photos of themselves wearing them and looking…
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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.