Terrorist Attack Free last night. What a pleasant shift in the normal continuum of my life. Neither Bonnie nor Clyde even slept with us last night. I swear they do this to lull us in to some kind of comfortable submission at which point they will strike with a vengeance!
No, no exciting Bonnie and Clyde stories for the early morning blogging.
Not much on the knitting front either. I did knit some on a homeless Afghan, but he wasn't appreciative of the efforts...badump bump.
I've been thinking a lot about my stash lately. It's been a while since I pulled things out and 'organized.' (Obsessed knitter code for touch and feel and dream about and sort and and and...) I have a lot of Goodwill yarn it's sorted into colors at this point. I'm itching to start a new project, but I seem to recall saying recently to the husband that seeing as both of us struggle with finishing projects, might we put some energy into finishing before starting much new. Irritating that I would admit such a limitation, even to myself.
Yeah! The coffee is done and I'm over due for a cup and some knitting on that homeless Afghan again...badump bump.
About Me
- Shelle
- I'm a supersized, middle aged woman learning to find her way. My hair is starting to go grey a bit. My attitude varies by day...
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