This is day 295. It was a last minute shot before I went to bed. You can tell. It is not a polaroid.
‘Roid Week sneaked up on me. I am packless. I am a little sad about it. But I can satisfy my need for instant fun by living vicariously through other members of the pool who do have film. 🙁
On the bright side, I did finally resolve my internal debate about sneaked vs. snuck.
Sentimentality clutters. I know because at least once a year I have to force myself to winnow through stacks of books, papers, and future projects so that my husband can’t…
These songs were in my head or stereo most of the summer.
I know the vacation photos seem endless, but I thought El Cosmico deserved a post all it’s own. It’s another one of Marfa‘s treasures, parked in a pasture. …
I am back in the cabling groove, but I still need a project for all the times I multi-task knit. Drift’s Ridge , by Teresa Gregorio, is that project. Since…
It would have been easy to skip ahead on the Nachtfalter Knitalong with it’s baby cable rib bottom. Even though it’s tough on my wrists I found myself thinking, “Just…
