You know, in some ways, "going green" is a lot easier and cheaper than you might think. For those of you with allergies, sensitivities and breathing problems, you can also dramatically cut down on the irritants floating around in your house. The cleaning line Seventh Generation is found in most grocery stores now, and while it's a pinch more ( Read more... )

Imagine two women and two teenaged girls sitting on a sunny Florida beach, knitting. Yeah, that's how I spent my day off.

After twenty years, we finally got a new sofa and loveseat for the living room (don't need a chair because my leather reading chair and ottoman are already in there). Rather than buy new a new coffee and end table, I decided to paint the ones we already have a lovely black satin. They're a great shape and in excellent condition, but they were an ( Read more... )

Sometimes I really fucking hate LJ. And as irritated as I am and as little as I use this thing sometimes, I have the overwhelming urge to give the one-finger salute and move on. I think it has more to do with my mother bellowing my name every half hour or so for inane bullshit, as if I want to spend what little off-time I have running to the ( Read more... )

Yesterday I started off knitting in silence (and without power) when a rather audible afternoon thunderstorm rolled through. A few hours later I was teaching a pair of teenaged girls how to make scarves and hats. In fact, they were so enchanted with the process, not to mention the fact that these goods can be sold for a tidy profit under the ( Read more... )

Brandy is a bed-wetter. Not her bed, of course, nor mine, but she uses the guest beds. Any little change that upsets her and she shows her displeasure by peeing on the bed. She's continued this behaviour despite my best efforts because I work such long hours all week and my parents are bloody useless. I'd leave the door closed at all times, but ( Read more... )

You know, I'm thinking about getting out of nursing. I doubt I will, it's a steady paycheck and job security, but I'm still thinking about it. And I'm not the only one in the clinic. As it is, I'm not even a nurse now. I don't know what I am, but I don't like what I'm doing. Maybe things would be different somewhere else. Which means staying ( Read more... )

If I could remove the inner workings of my right ear, the entire right side of my neck and maybe even the right most edge of my tongue, I just might feel better. Right now I just feel like clawing my skull open and ripping half my jaw off.

Edit: Mm.. Lemon sorbet tastes good and it's medicinal.

I'm currently making the funkiest sparkly scarf out of the ugliest yarn I've ever seen. It's a remnant yarn, a yarn made of remnants of other yarns twisted together and bound with long strips of metallic silver thread. Because it's made of scraps the width of it varies from super thin to fluffy. Some of the colours included are ash, denim, sage ( Read more... )

Oh, I clearly had a fevered nightmare last night. I dreamt I'd been saddled with a baby. Not my own, mind you, but a baby I had to raise nonetheless. Even in my dream I was mortified. I know what this stems from, though. This past week my mother's had the grandbaby blues. She doesn't get them often, and they don't stay very long, but they're ( Read more... )