Ugh
Rainy gray Friday. My mom is downstairs entertaining Thumper for a few hours while I work on novel revisions. You may notice that I am blogging, and therefore not working on revisions. I’ll give it another go in a few …
Real-time insomnia plus boredom plus late-night interlopers
That schlumpy February feeling somehow led to my taking photos of our dinner plates tonight. That schlumpy February feeling plus insomnia has somehow made it seem like a good idea to post the photos. At the risk of boring you …
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Still here
Sorry for the silence. Things are happening, but not much that’s bloggable or blogworthy. Preparations for selling baby patterns are proceeding quietly backstage, and I hope to make the first pattern available in a week or so. All knitting is …
What I learned this evening
While I am entirely capable of flipping a tortilla española under normal circumstances that allow me the full use of both hands and arms, I am not capable of doing so with a baby strapped to my hip in a …
The personal evolution of a scarf
The fourteenth way of looking at Clapotis And the fifteenth No need for clever text this time.
Scattered but grateful
I’ve been remiss. Terribly, embarrassingly remiss. I’ve meant to show you a photo of the beautiful roving Julia so kindly custom-dyed for me, and I kept forgetting to take the picture. That is, I’d remember I needed to take it, …
Testing the waters
I’ve been thinking about ways to supplement my part of our income. What I’m currently doing is freelance editorial work after Thumper goes to sleep. Thumper goes to sleep around ten or eleven, so this means I’m up until two …
Methods of distraction
Things are a bit crazy around here at the moment. Please allow the cuteness to wash over you and make you forget that there’s no real post here. And even if you can’t forget the lack of posting, do allow …
Lorna’s revenge
You may recall an incident awhile back that involved Billy watching me knit the first in a pair of socks for him, allowing me to finish the first sock before admitting he didn’t like the colorway. Well. Yesterday morning, rushing …