Still the skies were amazing...
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- Authorize :: Me
- Plunge :: Take it
- Work :: Smarter
- Throttle :: You
- Drill :: Down
- Toot :: Your Own Horn
- Conference :: Table
- Hodgepodge :: Mish-Mash
- Bumble :: Stripey Jumper :: Sting
- Scandalous! :: Woman
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Busy, tired and struggling to not blog what I'm thinking these days. Knitting a sweater out of handspun and taking the high road for a change. In love with the sweater and still pondering the new path.
Dreading the new month and all those posts that will be made by people who want to blog daily for 30 days. Not all. Just the ones that start out full of fake promise and by the 6th are making promises of real posts to come and the occasional cat photo. Do it or don't it. Don't give us excuses.
The weather is changing and teasing me with the promise of winter. Last week, we flirted with 90F. This week it's been the low 60s, wind and rain. This weekend we'll be flirting with 80. I hate all the flirting. After a while, a girl gets tired of being teased...
I love being able to pull out hand knit items to wear on cool days. A scarf here. Pair of mitts there. I enjoy remembering the stories and feelings tied to each item. Pondering them and their history while they serve their purpose of keeping me warm and looking pulled together.
Sometimes it's hard to believe how much time has passed and how much has happened and changed. Then again, there are times when it seems like just yesterday. It's either the joys of life well lived or the signs of age. I am not looking at that one too closely, thank you very much.