Laced with Excuses
Somehow I happened upon a new hobby. Quite by accident. I didn’t need a new hobby. Who has time? Actually, I’m being too kind. It was a Dear Friend’s Fault. Completely.
But now my thoughts are consumed with how to obtain a Mrs. Grossman Henry’s lace sticker or if eyelets are really worth the time. And if you understood the previous sentence, my hat is off to you. You clearly know how to balance the obsession with the blogging and i SO want to be you.
As soon as I find the elusive Henry’s lace.
Still Alive, Just Busy
I’m still here. sorry about the ‘how to kill flies’ post hanging out there for a whole week. not my intention, i’ve just been busy.
Mike’s task was to photograph my first climbing adventure with explicit instructions to avoid unflattering pics of my butt. Nearly impossible, given the necessary angle, but hey. He tried.
way fun. (watch Amazing Race for a few seasons, and you’ll be itching to try it, too.)
