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I'M A LITTLE BUMMED. I HAVE TO ADMIT, I'VE BEEN THINKING THE LAST FEW DAYS ABOUT HOW BAD I NEED TO BLOG, TO CATCH UP. AND, 1 DAY HAS TURNED INTO 2 DAYS HAS TURNED INTO A LOT OF DAYS. NOT SURE WHY. THERE ARE ENDLESS THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT. ALTHOUGH, NOT QUITE AS ENDLESS AS THE LAUNDRY. OR THE DISHES. OR THE VACCUMING. OR THE DUSTING. YOU GET MY DRIFT.
I FINISHED MY SCARF THIS WEEK. AND, I HEART IT. IT'S WILD COLORS. THE COLOR IS ACTUALLY "FIESTA" ON THE WRAPPER. I LIKE TO THINK MY NECK IS HAVING A PARTY WHEN I WEAR IT. IT'S THE FIRST THING THAT I'VE KNITTED THAT'S BEEN...WHOLESOME. HOMOGENOUS. THE SAME THROUGHOUT. JAY BOUGHT ME A SEWING MACHINE FOR VALENTINE'S DAY. I SEWED A FEW SCRAPS TOGETHER HERE AND THERE. I WANT TO MAKE THINGS. CUTE THINGS. AND SELL THEM. AND SHOW THEM OFF. TAKE PICTURES AND BLOG THEM YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW. ADORN THEM WITH POLKA DOT RIBBONS...OH HOW I LOVE A PRETTY PIECE OF ANYTHING WITH POLKAS. I'M TRYING TO THINK OF THE PERFECT HOME FOR MY NEW PRIZED POSSESSION. THE KITCHEN TABLE IS THE PERFECT PLACE TO SEW BUT NOT A VERY PRACTICAL PLACE TO KEEP IT. LITTLE TODDLER FINGERS WONDER FOR SHARP OBJECTS, YOU KNOW. I'VE ALSO BEEN THINKING ABOUT WHAT TO NAME IT. I MEAN, EVERY PRIZED POSSESSION MUST HAVE A NAME AND BROTHER..WELL THAT JUST DOESN'T CUT IT. OR SEW IT :) I'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I THINK OF ONE THAT WILL SUFFICE. MAYBE MINDY? YOU KNOW...MEND-Y? LOL. WHO KNOWS.
THE LAST FEW WEEKS I'VE BEEN WORKING SOME WEEKNIGHTS ALONG WITH 2 WEEKEND NIGHTS INSTEAD OF ONLY 3 WEEKEND NIGHTS. CONFUSING, I KNOW..EVEN FOR ME.
SLEEP WELL, SLEEP OFTEN.
LOVE WELL, KISS OFTEN.
~kIMMIE

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