True Stories

Of five people in my house right now, I'm the only one awake.

Leaving our daughter (in capable, loving hands) for a week feels terrifying and kind of like a second honeymoon at the same time. I've never wanted medication for my anxiety until this week. It will be fine, I know, but...that's why I'm the one still awake.

I intended to have a few scheduled posts for you while I'm gone, but, much like weaving wool dreads into my hair, it just didn't work out. The party will go on all the same!

I did manage to precook three pounds of bacon to see us through the week. This is maybe enough to have bacon at every meal, and our house will now smell like bacon until the end of time.

We used to have two cameras in this house but today we discovered that one is missing. My husband swears it's buried in my sewing room, and he's probably right. He'll be carrying the remaining camera at burning man which means we'll come back with 800 pictures of sunsets and sunrises. I'll try to get him to snap some of Black Rock Stitchery happenings in there. Total count: 252 blocks!

And, finally: I was once an extra on ER when I lived in Chicago, and got to spend ten minutes chatting alone with George Clooney on an el car. Totally off topic but I've been wanting to tell you about it for a while now.

Have a great week everyone!