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December 31, 1969
That’s the date the laptop says it is and I kind of believe it because the world is upside down today.
This morning Lu asked to go out before noon…
not her usual routine.

I let her out and then…
I got pulled into photoshop world and she sat out there huddled by the back door forever in the pouring rain waiting patiently like she does, for someone to open the door. 
She never ever barks, instead she uses her Super Bulldog Telepathy (SBT)
to let me know she wants something and it almost always works.



To make up for this egregious over site she let herself up on the slanket. 

Slanket time does not normally occur until dinner is over, the dishes are washed and put away and we are all settled in our places with books or remotes. That’s when slanket time happens.



But not today…
Today it’s Slanket time RIGHT NOW and probably all day long.

Also
here are my newly felted slippers. 

December 31, 1969
That’s the date the laptop says it is and I kind of believe it because the world is upside down today.
This morning Lu asked to go out before noon…
not her usual routine.

I let her out and then…
I got pulled into photoshop world and she sat out there huddled by the back door forever in the pouring rain waiting patiently like she does, for someone to open the door. 
She never ever barks, instead she uses her Super Bulldog Telepathy (SBT)
to let me know she wants something and it almost always works.



To make up for this egregious over site she let herself up on the slanket. 

Slanket time does not normally occur until dinner is over, the dishes are washed and put away and we are all settled in our places with books or remotes. That’s when slanket time happens.



But not today…
Today it’s Slanket time RIGHT NOW and probably all day long.

Also
here are my newly felted slippers. 

December 31, 1969
That’s the date the laptop says it is and I kind of believe it because the world is upside down today.
This morning Lu asked to go out before noon…
not her usual routine.

I let her out and then…
I got pulled into photoshop world and she sat out there huddled by the back door forever in the pouring rain waiting patiently like she does, for someone to open the door. 
She never ever barks, instead she uses her Super Bulldog Telepathy (SBT)
to let me know she wants something and it almost always works.



To make up for this egregious over site she let herself up on the slanket. 

Slanket time does not normally occur until dinner is over, the dishes are washed and put away and we are all settled in our places with books or remotes. That’s when slanket time happens.



But not today…
Today it’s Slanket time RIGHT NOW and probably all day long.

Also
here are my newly felted slippers. 

December 20, 2010
From
 It’s done and it only took over a year! I actually don’t remember when I started this, it may be two years.
 Or more.
I’m glad it’s done and I’m glad that I like it again after thinking I’d have to give it away because I hated it.
After watching a few movies wrapped up in it, I kind of love
it now.
December 20, 2010
From
 It’s done and it only took over a year! I actually don’t remember when I started this, it may be two years.
 Or more.
I’m glad it’s done and I’m glad that I like it again after thinking I’d have to give it away because I hated it.
After watching a few movies wrapped up in it, I kind of love
it now.

Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…
Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…
Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.