In keeping with the bizarre turn my life taketh on each opportunity… one letter on my keyboard decided not to join in our blogging today.
Can you pick which one?
No kidding. I am debating doing a bit of cutting and control-v’ing however the lack of THAT letter may force a certain element of creativity not normally found.
Anyway… the average working day no longer can claim to be average.
Metal fabrication occuring round every corner. Grinder producing fountain of dancing light. Do not touch.
Every man with a grievance will communicate it to me. At length. Repeatedly. Their grievance altered my frame of mind. Need to find a new happy thought.
Commence Hunt. Examine own heart and mind. What would bring joy? (Other than yarn. Mohair = cure for all ill)
I have found Heaven. A Frozen Mocha Cappucino
The triangular work I volunteered to complete, nearly completed.
The final row, with a bead population of 705 will hold it all in the triangle perfect for a 5yo.
One more day until no alarm blaring to wake me up…..
A group hug!