I actually started with the pussy hat project so I guess I’ve been knitting for 3 years and a few months. I tend to lose focus when watching or listening and knitting kind of directs my fidgets.

It’s the thought that somebody else got cupcakes and they didn’t that’s turning them into a bunch of whiny babies, I bet.

The dresser looks great!

Rhododendrons in bloom all over my yard, mostly shades of pink, cerise and purple. Twenty five years ago, somebody planted over 30 bushes of rhododendron and azalea and they have survived years of neglect and are now gigantic. Most of the year, the yard is just evergreen, but just for a couple weeks in May, it is…

I am so worried for the workers who, as things open up, will increasingly be asked to enforce mask use. Most essential workers are already squeezing 10 hours of work into an 8 hour day, they really don’t have time to sheepdog a bunch of dolts. Oblivious, selfish people are everywhere, not just red states.

Inslee is looking good right now, too.

My neighbor’s cat would come in through our cat door, climb up the open upper shelving in the kitchen to get into the cat treats, sleep in my son’s bed and hang out in our front loader washing machine, where he learned to turn the drum like it was an extremely resistant hamster wheel. We loved him but we got tired of…

Say it ain’t so, Joe.

I read an article recently that claimed bleach only works on non-porous surfaces (a stainless door handle, for example) and doesn’t penetrate most porous surfaces because it’s a big molecule (so not very effective on a wooden cutting board or on drywall to kill mold).

I made homemade chalk paint with regular Benjamin Moore latex and plaster of Paris. I used it on an ornate cast iron plant stand that had been spray painted with glossy paint and is too complicated and bumpy to sand, and it came out great! The paint stuck really well and now it looks like cast iron again (matte…

Perfect except for the mercy part. No mercy.

I’m “essential” for minimum wage right now and balancing between gratitude and resentment. I had been looking diligently for another job but it looks like I’m stuck with this one, for the duration. Sure as hell wish I knew what the duration will be.

Still stuck in the boonies. We can get flour but our grocery is limiting toilet paper to two rolls per customer. Supposedly no cases in our county yet which is good because we have about 20 hospital beds between out two tiny, rural hospitals. My hours have been cut but I’m still working.

No, please don’t. Asking for, uh, a friend.

I haven’t worn a bra since my grandma’s funeral in 2005. Everybody has nipples, get over it.

Every time I tried it, it was wonderful but left me with a week-long hangover of depression, as if I had used up that week’s happiness in one night. I wouldn’t want to be having that hangover right now.

Impossible to have a great tiara made after 1940.

That sounds terrible, I’m so sorry. You know your own child better than the sleep therapist.

A swing? More like a schwing!

Tres chic. I like your sideboard.