Some blogs are consistent. Your feed reader pops up a icon to show a new post, you click, but even before you click, you know what you’re gonna get. Gorgeous photos. Witty writing. Great book reviews. Great yarn reviews. Or perhaps, some combination thereof.
Here, not so much. I’m all over the place. Is that good? Is that bad? I wish it weren’t so; but, it is. Just is.
I wish my life were full of lovely things like these:
Instead, I’m gonna have to tell the truth. My life just isn’t that together. No wonder I don’t have a consistant blog.
Although we’ve gotten most of the house in some semblance of order since the move a week ago, my office is complete and total chaos. Not even close to being normal. This is my current working environment:
Anyone need a pair of nearly new motorcycle boots or a wet suit?