The one where I’m waiting

with bated breath for 5:30 p.m., at which time I’m officially on vacation.  I’ve several things to do after work that I’ve been putting off this week.  I have to go to Target and pick up sunscreen and maybe a new sun hat.  News Flash!  We got our yearly bonus checks today at work.  This means I can get the boots I’ve been lusting after sooner rather than later.  Here’s a pic


Beautiful don’t you think?  They’re on the short list to do tomorrow.  It reads – buy boots.  So I am.  Doesn’t say much for my impulse control, does it?

These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do.  One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.  Nancy Sinatra



The one where my baby

boy turns 27.  Oh, I know, he’s grown and has been taller than I am for at least 15 years, but he’s still my baby boy, about to become a parent himself next March or so.  How about that?  We raised two, count ’em, two responsible adults!  Life is still good!

Finally!  Constanze cowl is blocking.  Take a look –

Buttons will finish it up, wooden, I think.  Since we’re going to be on vacay in Destin and I know there’s a yarn shop there, I’ll probably splurge a little on them and call them souveniers.  Tomorrow is my last day before vacation and I’m getting very, very antsy.  Ten more work hours and then our trip.

Happy birthday, baby boy.  I love you!

Precision is not reality.  Henri Matisse (1869-1954) French painter, sculptor




The one where she tempted

fate gloating over her progress on the Constanze cowl, getting it going on the first cast on, so proud of herself.  Well, fate intervened, I got frustrated and ended up frogging the whole thing and starting fresh.  I’ll get a pic or two tonight so I’ll be ready for WIP Wednesday tomorrow.

I have to keep reminding myself that today is Tuesday, tomorrow is Wednesday; since Monday was a holiday and I was off work, according to me, myself and I, today is Monday and thus, tomorrow is Tuesday.  Don’t even ask me what happens when I’m off work for more than one day.  Totally lose track.

Here’s a photo of my dad and me, it looks like I was about 18 months old, we were living in Corpus Christi, Tx.  I’ve always thought my daddy was so handsome!


It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.  Confucius