I’ve been listening to Walden in the car. It’s pretty good for commutes. It’s not, it turns out, great for quilting to. Last night I ended up finishing a good chunk of quilting to Paul Simon. I had the epiphany … Continue reading →
This, creatively borrowed from Sandy’s website.
There is neither the opening nor the end Without what is spread in the craze, I obey the faith of own. The human being spends it in the bone until I die after being born. I put up a “Noroshi” … Continue reading →
Sometime this afternoon, I stuck a silver marking pencil in my hair to pin it up. It worked. I found it when I went to comb out my hair, pre-shower. Also sometime today I listened to so much Lord of … Continue reading →
Tonight I had another look at the hosta when I got home and then I couldn’t resist admiring the primroses (not roses at all) and the moss roses (about as ultimately and fragrantly rose as you can get!). Then I … Continue reading →
This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow as the night the day, thou canst then be false to any man.
