Why, yes, I have been.  Thanks for noticing.
It’s been busy.
I have been having a birthday. (Somewhere between 40 and 50, and that’s all I’m sayin’.)
We have been having an anniversary.  Our lucky seven.  Which we kind of, sort of, don’t really celebrate, because we were together in a committed way for three years before that. […]

Been just drifting lately after my bout of financial-collapse-inspired indignation.  Now I am resigned.
Counter-intuitively, I tend to drown my sorry in cheap luxuries when all the big ones are out of reach.
Pretty Yarn.
The knitting has been giving me a lot of satisfaction lately.  It makes people happy when you spend the time to make them […]

…pair that is.
Knitting socks is addictive.  And because I still have a Scots-Irish soul and can’t stand waste, here is the first of Harry’s Leftover Socks, knitted with the scraps leftover from mine:

Yes, I know there is something counter-intuitive to knitting something that: 1. Goes on my son’s feet and therefore will become disgustingly dirty, […]

…about the Tea Party.
I am starting to wonder about where we are placing our priorities in this world, and I often ponder on whether the fact that we are a coffee-drinking nation is a metaphor for this.
Coffee - caffeine packed, high octane, the-blacker-the-better stimulant that gets us through our day because we move, move, move […]

The world is going to hell in a handbasket, and for some reason, it makes me want one of these:

Some fresh-baked scones, shortbread, wildflower honey and good conversation for an afternoon.
The world could use a big healthy dose of culture and civility.

I crochet.  I learned on my grandmother’s knee when I was seven years old and I have done it on and off all my life.  But put two needles in my hand and I was flummoxed, even though I always WANTED to learn how to knit.
Well, given that I have had a bit of time […]

Every woman out there is going to sympathize with me today. Because I don’t think there is one of you that hasn’t had a day where you have thought “If I don’t get this [insert offending, constricting, hideous garment of choice here] off of my body RIGHT THIS SECOND I am going to run […]

This may be the most disturbing thing I have ever crocheted:

For Diana. To go with her toast. Don’t ask, I am a little hazy on it myself.

Totally me, don’t you think?
Spittin’ image.
God I love the internet.