So although I write this blog to keep track of my life and to have some record of memories years later, I don't know that I'll continue. I basically have this going because I don't feel I'm a writer unless I write...something. However, I would really like to get back into writing, real writing for myself. I've finally found time to deep clean a lot of my house, so I'm thinking moments of writing might begin again. I hope.
Christmas was nice. I'll have to post the Anna hat I made Snugglebug--she LOVES it. I started with a pattern that I completely changed, as usual. Can I ever follow anything to a tee? Nope, I put a spin on it all, to make it mine. I consider that a good thing, unless my spin looks like an unraveled sweater on steroids.
In other news, I just dropped a pan of THM stuffing on the kitchen floor, scooped it back in the pan, and while looking around, decided none would be the wiser. I'll probably be the only one eating it anyway. Hey, it's been a long day and that was over an hour of work! (Ok 45 mins baking.) It's still better than that chocolate pie you and I made for a birthday in Tucson, eh Angela? lol
Oh, for Christmas S bought be books....Yay! But he bought the 3rd and 4th in the series...I'm needing the 2nd! Talk about frustrating my urge to read! Back to Orwell for me instead...
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a wonderful night!
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