i don't even know.
the camera's gone and died.
. . .
i felt like i was grown up.
a very short staple pulling party.
i felt like i was in middle school again.
hand hug turned into a real (good) hug.
the bus stopped at elliott's house.
i confessed, and regret.
Familiar Face?
Aside from writing in this blog, I also knit, crochet, paint, draw, sew, sculpt, act, cook, and argue with politicians on TV routinely. The name farming wind was inspired by the giant windmills in west Texas; Landowners are paid delicious amounts of money to host those monstrous power producers.
i'm on Ravelry!
and Flickr, too!
and if you want to link ;)
i'm on Ravelry!
and Flickr, too!
and if you want to link ;)