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So the other day I scored some sweet footwear at Goodwill:
Just my actual size, it's perfect.
Of course the very moment I got home, my brother Dan said "Size 7? Those are MY size!"
Quoth me: SINCE WHEN DO WE HAVE THE SAME SHOE SIZE?!
But it was true. In which knowledge he can suffer, because they're still mine.
It's been a dog's age since I posted about a project here, so just for catching-up sake, this is my mom's Christmas present scarf:
I'll have an exciting yarn to post about pretty soon here, and there are other Christmas handiworks I'm terribly proud of, but they'll have to wait...
I have a writers group meeting to doll up for.
And by doll up, I mean, decide on which pair of shoes to wear.
Just my actual size, it's perfect.
Of course the very moment I got home, my brother Dan said "Size 7? Those are MY size!"
Quoth me: SINCE WHEN DO WE HAVE THE SAME SHOE SIZE?!
But it was true. In which knowledge he can suffer, because they're still mine.
It's been a dog's age since I posted about a project here, so just for catching-up sake, this is my mom's Christmas present scarf:
I'll have an exciting yarn to post about pretty soon here, and there are other Christmas handiworks I'm terribly proud of, but they'll have to wait...
I have a writers group meeting to doll up for.
And by doll up, I mean, decide on which pair of shoes to wear.