Grief isn’t sadness, it’s exhaustion
Google has P A G E S of hits when you search for grief and exhaustion. I know this because every couple of months I...
Broken Shelves
As stressful some weeks as squeezing in two social knitting events was, now that I'm not meeting anyone, at all, ever, for anything, I've been...
Invisible places
When I walk the dog, I may be listening to my headphones, but my eyes take in everything. OK, maybe not everything. But a lot....
My ghetto light box
I forget where I was just talking to someone about light boxes. TheOtherBonnie, maybe? Yes! Oh. Huh. I could have sworn I commented on that...
So I had a lunch date on Wednesday…
.... but first, let's go back, back, back in time (cue the Wayback Machine). Way back in 2006, I started doing a few knitting swaps....
It’s like the clown car for spinning wheels
The other day, Alana and Sharon and I were going to load up our wheels into Alana's car, and drive up to Ft. White, where...
Go home, poncho, you’re drunk!
I'm starting to think this poncho hates me. - I cast on, knit about two inches, decided it was way too small. Ripped out. -...
Go home, weather, you’re drunk!
I think I may have mentioned that with the exception of a few days here and there, we had a really mild winter. Gainesville usually...
