
Piano: A tragic love story of sorts
This is my piano. She doesn’t have a name. She never did. The information on her sound board indicates that she was “registered” in July of 1900
This is my piano. She doesn’t have a name. She never did. The information on her sound board indicates that she was “registered” in July of 1900
I seem to be having one of those months. The rainy weather really really really isn’t helping.
Sometimes you have to do a reality check, and remember the bits of awesome all around you.
Yeah. I was less than impressed that this is how my Cthulhuclava turned out.
Yeah. I totally went there. Happy Sunday.
Came downstairs for tea and what should I find waving at me through the garden windows? Bright, cheery, unashamedly perky flowers!
I know it looks like a sudden rush of productivity, but I’ve been meaning to do this for while now. The blocking of my Wisp shawl.
Sometimes projects don’t take as long as you think they will. Sometimes, you realize the perfect project is portable, colourful, light, and full of holes.
There’s a ton of wildlife in Calgary, and it has a tendency to just pop up wherever. We went for breakfast down at the Blackfoot Diner with Chelsea…and what should be parked on top of Chels’s building? A Canada Goose, full of attitude, honking away on the roof.
I washed a heck of a lot of yarn! Well, this isn’t the sum total of what I did on my vacation, but it took up a good part of last weekend.