Here is the story of the other dust bunny that crossed my path last week. I came home Friday night to my Oct. 23 – Nov 5/06 issue of Canadian Business and lo and behold there was an article about Spinrite under the heading “Spun Wrong”. Now anyone who has ever knit with Patons, Bernat, […]
Here is the story of the other dust bunny that crossed my path last week. I came home Friday night to my Oct. 23 – Nov 5/06 issue of Canadian Business and lo and behold there was an article about Spinrite under the heading “Spun Wrong”. Now anyone who has ever knit with Patons, Bernat,
I’ve said before, – I love it when “things”, interesting “things” happen in clusters, criss-crossing, like – well I would like to say ligtening bolts, but really my life isn’t that exciting – how about dust bunnies – in an otherwise ordinary day….well week. On Wednesday I took my father out to lunch for his
I’ve said before, – I love it when “things”, interesting “things” happen in clusters, criss-crossing, like – well I would like to say ligtening bolts, but really my life isn’t that exciting – how about dust bunnies – in an otherwise ordinary day….well week. On Wednesday I took my father out to lunch for his
Here is the story of the other dust bunny that crossed my path last week. I came home Friday night to my Oct. 23 – Nov 5/06 issue of Canadian Business and lo and behold there was an article about Spinrite under the heading “Spun Wrong”. Now anyone who has ever knit with Patons, Bernat,
I’ve said before, – I love it when “things”, interesting “things” happen in clusters, criss crossing, like – well I would like to say lightening bolts, but really my life isn’t that exciting – how about dust bunnies – in an otherwise ordinary day….well week. On Wednesday I took my father out to lunch for
I never thought that I would feel badly about the demise of a plastic ornament, most specifically a pink plastic falmingo. But there he (or she) was on the front page of the business section of Saturday’s paper looking a little forlorn under the heading “endangered species” and I thought “oh no!” I never really
I never thought that I would feel badly about the demise of a plastic ornament, most specifically a pink plastic falmingo. But there he (or she) was on the front page of the business section of Saturday’s paper looking a little forlorn under the heading “endangered species” and I thought “oh no!” I never really
I never thought that I would feel badly about the demise of a plastic ornament, most specifically a pink plastic flamingo. But there he (or she) was on the front page of the business section of Saturday’s paper looking a little forlorn under the heading “endangered species” and I thought “oh no!” I never really
The times, they have changed. “Lock out,” I understand. It’s a union “thing” or an anti-union “thing” – I was once a teacher and I paid dues to a union – I believe in community support. Even now that I am self employed – I know that it is my knitting community that supports me
