Since I'm so close, it's a whim of mine to publish 208 posts this year like I did last year. This is post #183, so that's only 25 more--one a day.
I like to chat in the morning before I go to work, and Marz, if she's even up, is not a morning person. So, I can chat here every morning!
This morning, a little show & tell.
I bought the owl neck muffler I'm wearing from a friend at a craft sale yesterday. It'll be great for biking to work.
More crafts! I was walking around thinking, We could make this at work... (or not).
The fleece gave me an idea for meaningful craft activities---the residents and I could make simple fleece blankets to donate to ... children's cancer wards? Homeless shelters? I'll have to research it a little.
The EVERSHARP pen set from the 1940s comes from a resident's family who was going to throw it out (along with everything else, including an emesis basin---this explains some of the donations we get at the Thrift Store).
I seem to have become an unintentional pen collector. These pair nicely with the space-age Lady Capri I got at the Thrift Store: they look like WWII bombers and she looks like a girly rocket.
OK, time to bike off to work.
I like to chat in the morning before I go to work, and Marz, if she's even up, is not a morning person. So, I can chat here every morning!
This morning, a little show & tell.
I bought the owl neck muffler I'm wearing from a friend at a craft sale yesterday. It'll be great for biking to work.
More crafts! I was walking around thinking, We could make this at work... (or not).
The fleece gave me an idea for meaningful craft activities---the residents and I could make simple fleece blankets to donate to ... children's cancer wards? Homeless shelters? I'll have to research it a little.
The EVERSHARP pen set from the 1940s comes from a resident's family who was going to throw it out (along with everything else, including an emesis basin---this explains some of the donations we get at the Thrift Store).
I seem to have become an unintentional pen collector. These pair nicely with the space-age Lady Capri I got at the Thrift Store: they look like WWII bombers and she looks like a girly rocket.
OK, time to bike off to work.