My comfort zone had been scarves, hats and granny squares but when I saw Vickie Howell’s ‘Pop Goes Crochet’ I was ready for a new project. The items in the books seem doable, possible and they are so definitely something that I could, and will, wear. I loved ‘The Serena’ a mesh like tank top and was ready to boogie….
I’ve created a monster. Last year when I first asked my friend Bookwoman to run with me in the Philadelphia Marathon she, unlike me* weighed all of her options and made an informed decision before agreeing to participate. Bookwoman actually read, and finished, the books to motivate the non-runner, bought the proper shoes (not relying on discounted shoes from Kohl’s)…
While sitting at my desk messing about planning for the next week, I was privy to a heated curse filled exchange between two drivers on the street outside my window. As I made eye contact with a patron (a horrified looking mom who had been playing and reading books with her two young children but stopped once the chorus of…
…National Joe Day.According to the site I found this on National Joe Day is a chance to change your name, if only for today. I’m going to say, um no; if I didn’t change my last name when I got married I’m certainly not gonna change it to Joe (tsss….sing!). However I will address Joe as in coffee as in…
In which I bitch about my body….again. Perhaps it’s the the warmer weather which negates my need for the coat that allows me to continue the pretense that I am actually covering the lumps and bumps that are purported to be my thighs and butt. Or it could be from my kid innocently laying her head on my stomach and…