It's finally done. I don't know why things take me so long sometimes. I started this and loved it, and then I had a funk so it sat for a bit. But I'm so glad I picked it back up again. I love the design, I love the drape. It's just right.
It's finally done. I don't know why things take me so long sometimes. I started this and loved it, and then I had a funk so it sat for a bit. But I'm so glad I picked it back up again. I love the design, I love the drape. It's just right.
So one of two things need to happen. I either need to learn to take pictures. Or I need to become a rich and famous designer so that I can hire someone to take the pictures for me. Because I suck. This ...
I'm having a fake it 'til you make it kind of day. I'm pretending I'm good at housework. I did a whole lotta scrubbing in the bathroom and I cleared out my drawer and the cabinets - I don't dare touch the man's drawer. It's amazing to me that at this point I am not ...
Well supposedly spring is just around the corner. And in Florida, it should already be sprung. But the mornings are still freezing, and the days aren't quite what I'm used to. But the spring cleaning bug has bitten anyways. Yesterday I tackled the kitchen.
I need to blog more often. So today we will start with a meme. Nothing original, but I actually love reading these, so I will torture you with mine. Does it feel like you're on facebook this morning? Sorry. 20 Questions 1. Explain what ended your last relationship? Such a long story for so early in the morning. ...
It was the busiest of times, it was the laziest of times. It was a time of great accomplishment, it was a time of great loafing. I got up at the crack of dawn on a non school day to take the boys to the dentist. (+1) I made a hot lunch for me and ...
So I've made five slippers. Three individual slippers and two that are actually the same size *and* color. I made one lovely green one for myself. Then I made a second green slipper. But apparently I forgot how to measure. And that slipper came out a leetle too long. I'll spare you the photographic evidence. So ...
So I'm knitting a sweater. Which is perfect timing because our wintery days are seriously numbered here. (That was sarcasm by the way.) My ten year old feels the need to tell me every time he uses sarcasm. As if I couldn't tell by the tone of his voice or the roll of his eyes. ...
I realize that taste is subjective. Especially when it comes to food. Odd things I love would turn other people's stomachs and vice versa. I for one will never understand the urge to slide raw oysters down one's throat. *shudder* But certain things most people agree are gross. Like this.
