First time making fingers.
Here are a few items finished at the beginning of the year. The yarn was so lovely to work with. I may or may not be falling in love with alpaca.
First time making fingers.
Here are a few items finished at the beginning of the year. The yarn was so lovely to work with. I may or may not be falling in love with alpaca.
This week I’ve stepped up the duration and intensity of my workouts from the mild and inconsistent exercise I’ve been practicing all summer. Monday I was ok. Yesterday I thought I was going to die. Today, I’m sore and a little stiff.
Me: I’m so tired, and my muscles are achey and stiff. If I squat once more I won’t be able to get back up!
Self: Bitch, please. If you hadn’t slacked off all summer, you wouldn’t be in this state right now.
Me: I was busy this summer!
Self: Not listening to your pathetic excuses! lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Even my brain is tired, too tired to have a proper argument with itself.
One of the few advantages of my tiny workspace is the decent view I have of the lake and the west side of the city. Often I get to watch storms as they creep or rush (depending on the mood of the storm) towards downtown.
Today’s view
My photo shop skills go only far, trying to fix the mismatched coloring is way beyond my technical skills.
The day really was as dark as the photos show.
You had me at creepy works. Story via Treehugger

Lee Mingwei: “The Moving Garden”
Currently at the Brooklyn Museum until January 22, 2012.
Can someone explain the obsession with bacon?
It’s been 10 years since I’ve last consumed animal flesh and my memory is telling me that bacon didn’t stand out as particularly spectacular. It’s everywhere now and flavoring food stuff it really has no place to be flavoring (soda, chocolate, gum, vodka, popcorn, other meat, etc…). I even saw someone use uncooked bacon to crochet with. While I respect the experimentation with new materials to create with, using bacon grossed me out. I just can’t wrap my head around the bacon craze. Has pig farming made leaps and bounds and bred a uber-tasty version of pig?
“Yes, I’ll have a non-fat, decaf latte, please. Oh, what the hell? Look, make it a full-fat mocha with extra whipped cream. What the hell, put a slice of bacon on it!”
Dr. Frasier Crane, Frasier
Now that Thanksgiving is over, you have my permission to play christmas music.
Very truly yours,
Writing a thankful post would be too expected today.
I picked one of the 5 senses so here things I like to listen to, or like the sound of:
Rain/thunderstorms
Laughter
Popcorn popping
Charcoal drawn on paper
Blowing bubbles in your drink
Cats purring
deep male voices
snow falling