Now, where did I leave that?
Peony sighed. I’ve longed for a real piggy bank, but all I get is this ugly shoe. It isn’t even Jimmy Choo, and not worth saving pennies in!
Another Microfiction Monday, courtesy of Stony River.
Awoke to 3" of snow this morning--a gift of a day that I didn't know was a holiday from work until last Thursday. Although there's a cozy crockpot of "Dal Soup" (from a Weight Watchers cookbook) simmering away, a fire is dancing in the pellet stove, and I have Linda's socks and a newly started blanket for Patrick (um...next Christmas' gift) on knitting needles, I've realized this morning that I'm ready....ready for hands that aren't always freezing, for bright colors, farm market treasures, the scent of lilacs, green grass, lazy Sunday morning breakfasts on the back porch, the adventure in locavorism we're planning...in short, I'm ready for Spring. It may be several calendar weeks away, and several weeks beyond that in corporeal realities, but I'm ready, aren't you?
And speaking of Weight Watchers recipes, after some serious backsliding when they changed the WW plan and I hit my halfway point, am renewing my intent and determination to lose the remaining weight before Summer is in full force. I need to be in prime shape for all that planting and chicken-chasing!
Light echoed through Let’s Make a Deal empty doorways.
Souls flowed towards heaven’s radiant doors with
one united prayer-- “please open”.
Stony River: A Writing Life hosts Microfiction Monday, wherein one writes a piece of fiction of 140 characters or less, inspired by her picture of the week.
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She had promised to come right back, but that was hours ago. How embarrassing to be abandoned in the colorless Valley of Insipid Romantics.
Stony River: A Writing Life hosts Microfiction Monday, wherein one writes a piece of fiction of 140 characters or less, inspired by her picture of the week.
Yep...feeling a bit of swagger at my mastery of the Norwegian Cast-On, learned last night while Linda was off at her Beekeeper's meeting. Months ago bought a book on knitting socks, determined to give it a try. This in and of itself was remarkable bravery, given that using TWO needles keeps me challenged; 4 needles?! Each with TWO points?! Gasp! Thank Goddess for those little gnome caps that keep hard-won stitches safely where they belong. Anyway, although I'm happily working on Linda's crocheted throw, I've been longing to knit, and Linda would like a pair of handknit socks, so last night I pulled out that book (and Kids Knitting, which has been a lifesaver for this confidence-and-skill challenged beginning knitter), and began. It took three hours to learn the intricate dance that is the Norwegian cast-on, juggle all those needles, and knit 3, purl 1 the first three rows of cuff ribbing...but I actually enjoyed every minute!
