Unraveled Wednesday | 3.23.22
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. — George Bernard Shaw I have a completed pair of socks! Yay! Thanks to Vera for clueing me in to this sock pattern. It is free, well written, and a joy to knit! (Bonus... the fit is fab!)...
…the promise of things hoped for.
Twenty-seven years ago, I made a very difficult decision – one that forever changed my life in a million different ways. As it often is with difficult decisions, it was ultimately the right decision to make, and here is the beautiful part of this decision – it was not...
T-minus 36 hours and counting…
Some twenty-seven odd years ago, my life changed drastically and this weekend the Object of that Change is arriving to visit. The past weeks have almost had a surreal quality and I truly cannot quite believe that the very thing that I always hoped for, but never...
My father…the Yenta?
One should always be suspicious of early morning phone calls from one’s parent requesting an “impromptu lunch” but apparently, when said child stays up late and wakes with only her partial wits about her, one gives a yes answer without stopping to ponder the deeper...
When Mo Rocca learns a lesson from knitters or When life is practically perfect in every way…
Good Day, Gentle Readers from the thawing Great White North! The world around me is finally thawing with signs of spring! It has seemed to be a long couple of weeks here in West Michigan. Winter has been fighting a valiant battle and his icy breath continues to cover...
Anticipation is making me wait…
Merriam-Webster defines anticipation as “the act of looking forward; especially: pleasurable expectation” Did you ever feel like you were standing on the edge of something truly incredible? As I left work this morning the smell of spring was in the air, riding softly...
Semi-silent Sunday's
The perfect start to the day... Alpaca Silk Comfy Socks, Sumatra coffee, the paper, NPR, and knitting...