Darn that sweater!

Literally. It's my first foray into darning something. I think I have the concept down, but I definitely needed to have left the thread a little looser. Oh well. I bet Betsy Ross sewed a few threads too tightly and we still put that piece of work on display.

Another hole. Apparently my left elbow
is incredibly pointy.

Beginning the process.

Weave and weave.

Done.

They're like belly buttons - everyone has one.

"A friend once told me: She said that every single one of us at birth is given an emotional acre all our own. You get one, your awful Uncle Phil gets one, I get one, Tricia Nixon gets one, everyone gets one.  And as long as you don’t hurt anyone, you really get to do with your acre as you please. You can plant fruit trees or flowers or alphabetized rows of vegetables, or nothing at all.  If you want your acre to look like a giant garage sale, or an auto-wrecking yard, that’s what you get to do with it.  There’s a fence around your acre, though, with a gate, and if people keep coming onto your land and sliming it or trying to get you to do what they think is right, you get to ask them to leave.  And they have to go, because this is your acre.”

Anne Lamott

Bird by Bird

A great theologian, but doesn't care much for God.

It's taken awhile to get used to it, but I'm starting to like my room.

It pretty much only looks like
this for about half a day
on the weekends.

It mostly looks like this.