What the no-longer-drowned-rat wore
If you can imagine a drowned rat, you’ll have a good idea what I looked like this morning when I got back from my run: it was cold, grey, and very wet, but since I’m…
View PostIf you can imagine a drowned rat, you’ll have a good idea what I looked like this morning when I got back from my run: it was cold, grey, and very wet, but since I’m…
View PostIt occurs to me that if I were a decent photographer, I could post a photo a day of the view from my front deck — ready-made variations on a theme. I took these on…
View PostI have a few things to show you. First, although I said last week that I wasn’t going to hold myself to Wednesday shoe-blogging anymore, I think you’ll agree that being caught in Vancouver during…
View PostDoes anything say early-Christmas-dinner-in-a-crowded-apartment like homemade mincemeat tarts, Sorels stacked in the doorway, and handknits worn goofily to cook in? Read on and see . . . I didn’t take any pictures of the snowy…
View PostBesides so often arriving home on Wednesday too tired to feel enthusiastic about shoe-blogging, I’m running out of shoes that deserve a post. Yes, there are more shoes in my wardrobe, but I’m not sure…
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