I'm knitting at least a dozen things right now, and they're all gorgeous-in-training.
You'll see I took photos.
But we've committed to going without, and we couldn't afford anything new, or even close to it, even if I was weak enough to give into my lust for autos. But Everett has promised that, once he reaches age four, he'll be good forever. I plan to toodle around on it, stopping at garage sales and farmer's markets and taking lots of photos.
" And that felt truly authentic. Urban Grind is kind of the mecca of child-friendly coffee shops, most recently with the addition of a fanciful child-sized playroom inside the painted tree.
A Mini Cooper would be nice.
Don't worry honey: there's a higher calling. It's a beautiful pattern, if I do say so myself. We only found out yesterday, in a coincidence of timing, that the sale for the property is to go through next week.
Plus: it'll be way fun to join in my first knit-along. It's not ever going to happen.
It's entirely manual and requires an adaptor to work with my newer-model, everything's-automatic camera.
Here's a link to OregonLive's version of the article but I much prefer seeing it in the "real" paper so I can skip the ads and see the photos. I drove across the country, bringing my gas-guzzler with me. I can't tuck it around Everett's toes and still pull it up around me and Truman, too.
I had to figure out seatbelts and secure a faulty canopy.
Finally he settled down, that time on the bus, and we talked about his behavior. I made perfect little jewels of quilts to go on t-shirts.
If you're reading this and you'd like to hire me, for a wedding or a birthday party or a fabulous gala, I won't charge a ginormous fee and I'll refrain from nickel-and-diming you.
But something about the informality of my process gives me pause when someone asks, "are you a writer"? But I feel inauthentic.
She says to herself: Good luck with that.
I bought it used at Blue Moon Camera, a photo shop in St.
And I hope that none of you are now scrambling to get in at the last minute, because really, how could you miss that?
There was another time, at the park, with Everett and another nice mom who helped me hold him down as I buckled his helmet on. Discovering the soul of the cotton and the silk and the vibrant patterns.
go somewhere I've never gone . I did so, and Hau dropped it off for me a few hours later.
My nanny co-share buddy, Patty, had recently gone to work for Flexcar and was administering a "Low Car Diet" program.