Okay… so two things. Maybe three. One. I’m the worst at packing. I’ve discussed it here many times. My time honored packing technique consists of shoving in way too many clothes and then picking one item– one!– and, at the last possible gasp freaking out and shoving as many of those items possible in every… Read More

Just a quickie– I’m leaving for Orlando on Wednesday morning–at asscrack Wednesday morning–and while I’m excited about the trip, I am, as always, buttfuck behind. Seriously– I started packing my knitting tonight, which means I’ll think I’m all ready to go tomorrow and suddenly be shoving half my inventory into an overnight bag in case… Read More

Okay– so some interesting feedback from a variety of places, much of it contradictory, has come to my attention. It reminds me that not everybody knows who I am. I mean, sure, I’ve been doing the blog for 12 years, and I’ve been writing for DSP for nine–but some people JUST met me, JUST read… Read More

.  “Mom, what’s a textile?” “Well, Squish, it’s a fabric. Textiles are fabrics made of fiber. Knitted, woven, crocheted–“ “Oh. I’m reading about the textiles in Shetland.” I widened my eyes and got a better look at what she was reading. “What do you have there?” “One of your magazines. I had to do a… Read More

So here I am, doing great on the fiction part of our program, but with nothing to talk about. I mean, Ambrosia and Idris visited, bringing baby Ellie with them, and she’s getting SO BIG, and the sweater will look ADORABLE on her, and it was a lovely visit–but, like a dork, I got no… Read More

And today we established… That extra Del Taco brought inside and set on the stove counts as dinner if mom’s still napping when dad gets home from work. That my eldest daughter, Chicken, believes Geoffie is marginally cuter as her hair grows out in front of her face, but that A. This establishes her identity… Read More

Okay– So on Saturday morning, we were all getting ready for Squish’s soccer game. And she suddenly started yelling at the dog. “Gibbs! Gibbs! What the hell are you doing down there under mom’s feet! She’s on the toilet, Gibbs! You’re such a weirdo!” So while I’m still going, “You’re in my bathroom why?” she… Read More

It was bound to happen. See, Geoffie is a bad dog. I mean, I love her, but she barks at everything, doesn’t listen, and you have to call her like you’re summoning Beetlejuice. “Geoffie Geoffie Geoffie!”  You only say it once, she doesn’t appear. Anyway… So we were walking at the park, and we met… Read More

So, tonight was the kids’ first night doing pointe dance.  Now Chicken didn’t do pointe dance– she stuck with adult jazz because she was all about soccer. But ZoomBoy REALLY wanted to do pointe class, and Squish didn’t want him going without her and so pointe class it is. It’s 2 1/2 hours of dance… Read More

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, I admit, this is a sort of odd Kermit Flail.  I think folks were busy– also, September is sort of an odd time to release a book. It’s like the January of ebook retailers– no “boys of summer” promotions, and the holiday promotions are two months away.  But that means it’s mystery season,… Read More