Just show notes from the video this time. We’ve had three deaths in the family over the past 3 months, culminating in the passing of my father-in-law.
My fabric stash is minuscule compared to my Mum’s, so she granted me access to the treasure trove that is her cotton bin. It’s a huge Rubbermaid tub that’s full of swatches and remnants. Some of the contents date back almost 40 years.
It’s the first day of December, so that means American Thanksgiving is over and we lived through another November. For the more religious of us, that means we’re now firmly in Advent. There are only 24 shopping days til Yule. Are you ready?
I used to joke that it’s a good thing the Husbeast is five years younger than me. After all, men often die an average of five years before their same-aged spouse, so I should have companionship all the way to the end, right?
This week’s Sunday Post feels a little sparse to me. Or maybe repetitive. I’m just surprised it’s Sunday again! I thought we just had one last week…
I’ve been one of Caitlin’s ‘Deathlings’ for a while. That’s what she calls her YouTube viewers. There’s just something about a tall woman with dark hair and bangs talking about the entertaining aspects of death that appeals to ageing goths like me. I still have an inordinate amount of black clothing in my wardrobe.
I spend a lot of time in search of the perfect yarn for the perfect pair of socks. This year’s Christmas Socks need to be extra soft.
Last Saturday I apologized for not having a picture of hats in action. My sister-in-law has remedied that situation.
I knit a couple of hats! I actually knit them a while ago, but I was waiting until they landed in Yellowknife with their new owners before I posted anything. You see, one of them is an early birthday present and the other is a belated birthday present. Unfortunately, while I have a picture of […]
Here’s the short version of my weekend: We met our brand-new honourary nephew. You’ll notice that Robin actually looks fairly comfortable holding the baby. This is because every time a baby is born, we shove the small squirming human into his arms, take a few pictures of both him & the baby looking uncomfortable, and […]