Blog RSS FeedA verdict! And wish me luck…
I owe many comment replies and blog visits and even some personal emails (Father V!), but I must beg for a reprieve as we are jetsetting out of town (well, American Eagle commuter jetsetting) to go skiing. Would-be crimemongers, don’t bother, as the homestead will be well-stocked with family members throughout our absence.
I am a terrible skier, which should make for some exciting blog entries next week… hopefully not typed on a laptop from the traction bed at the hospital in Tahoe.
In other news, thank you so much for sharing your opinions, especially since you all told me what I wanted to hear in the first place. Is there any sweeter sound? I have decided that I will, in the very near future, combine the two blogs into one monstrous chronicle of my so-called creative life. Which is good because I have to brag about the AWESOME muff I made for my hands. Last March in New York, all I wanted was a pair of boots that would keep out the snow and a muff so I didn’t have to keep taking off gloves and putting them back on. I’m so set on both counts, so I’d say this trip is off to a grand start!
Happy weekend, all!
k.
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Can’t wait to hear about your trip.
As the saying goes, “Hang on to your corset, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” Gotta love Mae West.I was talking about your blog though, not the ski trip. My boyfriend heads out west the day after my birthday in March for his yearly ski trip. He drives me insane as he skis down the skull and crossbone trails.He’s promised not to do that this year!!
Hope you’re having a great trip!
Sounds like a most sensible plan. (The combo, not the laptop use in traction.) And I flip back and forth between the two anyway!
Have a great trip! Can’t wait to hear bout it!
Hope you have fun, Katie! I can’t ski, but I envy you the chance to have a cup of hot cocoa in some cozy little mountain cafe with a fire crackling away and perhaps a braided rug on the wooden floor and copper cooking pots on the wall…(Don’t mind me, I’m having ski lodge fantasies…)