- I woke to a lovely snowfall this morning. Giant, meandering flakes drifting ever downwards, muffling all of the city noises. Something to smile about.
- Have I ever mentioned that I'm left handed? I've always loved being a lefty. My mom taught me how to knit and crochet the right handed way, but I ended up holding my needles and hooks in an unconventional manner and had to figure out how to make it work. Every once in a while, being left handed gently reminds me that we all have a bunch of these quirks, these largely inconsequential differences that are there to teach us how to adapt and adjust and view the world from a unique perspective. I love that.
- In addition to being left handed, I am the world's worst voice mail messenger. Something about that beep sends me into a panicky tail spin. Incoherency takes over, followed by nervous giggles. Please don't ever ask me to call and leave a message.
Draw something. Anything. A doodle, a happy face, the stick figure from the hangman game even.
- Here are a new little box and frame that may appear soon on a journal page near you:
More to come . . .
Happy Thursday, friends!