Latest project: socks with the tops done in vandyke faggoting. I did it for the name of the pattern. I can die happy now. Bury me, in my vandyke faggot socks, 'neath the lone prairie ( Read more... )

Well! Due to popular demand the stalker story has been written and sent out. Grubby, n'est-ce pas? AND funny if you were on our end of things ( Read more... )

What more needs to be said than that? Little mohair doughnuts ( Read more... )

Possibly the ONLY good thing about Mrs. Skwashy traveling without me is that I can move all my zombie movies up to the top of the queue and watch them ALL! Bwee hee hee hee ( Read more... )

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On the sunny day before the rain Mrs. Skwashy and I dismantled the glider and put it in the garage to stay dry for the winter. It is so sad. I love swinging in the glider. There is something about rocking that is so deliciously sweet and quiet. I'll miss it...at least for the duration of our mild little winter. Are we supposed to have sufficient ( Read more... )

Ai yai yai. It is SO hot. Well, not really, but I think traveling into warm weather and then coming back to our cool coastal summer temperatures has made my own personal feminine thermostat fluctuate in a hoydenish and unreasonable way ( Read more... )

So I finished the Faggot Check block and have begun one named Horseshoes which I am knitting wrong. This is not unusual. I am new at knitting and start every project at least twice. I know, I know: "Measure twice, cut once," you say to me in your annoying bombastic way. I measure twice, poorly, and then cut 3 or 4 times. Leave me alone. I'll ( Read more... )

I am in the mood to build another little house in SL to replace the one I turned into blue denim accidentally. I miss the house. It's been a year of The Sofa by itself on my property with nothing else--eccentric, true, but a nice enough sofa notwithstanding. Go see it sometime. It is built for snugglage though one can sit on it too ( Read more... )

What a gorgeous day it was. Sunny, warm with a cool breeze that erased the smell of spoiled leftover fish which had filled the house when Mrs. Skwashy cleaned the fridge (she protects me from spoiled food you see--this is a close as I ever get to spoiled food ( Read more... )