A few weeks ago, we left home to go home to our tribe.    We’re back, safe and sound.  And a little sad that we couldn’t stretch the experience out for a while longer.  We had a wonderful time.  I built a village with friends, I cooked for friends, I ate with friends, I laughed […]

So we got there, we camped temporarily on the flat while Scott and Bodwin wandered around making cryptic gestures and grumbling, and we had a metric f-ton of fun with our friends, the pyromaniacs dear, dear freaks Celts.  And then we drank Marconis.  I was tasked with helping Etaine "get her blotto on."  I did […]

So, as I mentioned, we got a trailer for the camping trip.  Sounds crazy, I know, but this is the first time in years Scott and I have been able go for the same number of days, so we wanted to take just one vehicle.  Nothing makes us more exhausted than packing up at the […]

The pain. i.e., sewing through your finger with a monster sewing machine.  I don’t recommend it.  I don’t recommend it at all.  Thankfully, it actually sounds worse than it is.  I didn’t hit the bone or the nerve pad.  It doesn’t hurt as long as I keep the broken nail stabilized.  And yes, I am […]

5:45 am: feed Kayo 6:00 am: report to sweatshop 8:00 am: released from sweatshop to eat breakfast, clean kitchen, and listen to Car Talk.  Discover entire dog’s worth of fur under Hoosier-esque cabinet.  Decline to spin said fur. 9:00 am: return to sweat shop 10:17 am: blow circuit by attempting to iron while air conditioner […]

  That’s right–I’m betting I’ll stitch a mile sometime in the next while.  Not a short while, mind you, but it will happen.  I wish I had started measuring way back in the way back. I am in the sweatshop as much as I can stand to be in the sweatshop.  I do need to […]

There’s been a trend lately, wherein knitters take up sewing.  Lovely aprons and skirts and summery tops are popping up all over the blog-o-sphere.  Grand!  Which makes me think, maybe not all of the new stitchers have been given all of the secrets.   I started sewing costuming when I was 14.  By 16, I was […]

Scott just saved a squirrel.  It had fallen off of our roof into a trashcan full of rain-water.  We don’t normally keep booby-traps around to torture the wildlife, but these floods and storms keep getting ahead of us.  Our hero was outside grilling up some burgers and just happened to check to see if any […]