We’ve all been pretty sleepy here. I think it’s just getting used the rain. I try to convince myself that I don’t want to take naps, but watching these fuzz butts snooze all day doesn’t help.
I went to the shop to work on class samples the other night, and came home to a spectacular sky. It looked like it had to have been painted, with the dark clouds rolling in toward the sun. Now I feel cheesy, but I’m all out of smart ass poems. I think I used up the last of my creative juices when I told Rob that if he saw Steve Jobs walking down the street, I was sure he would “dry hump him up against a building while tweeting about it”. I’m sorry for that visual. Try to forget about it as you look at the pretty picture:
Speaking of sewing, I’m working on a post about the tools I use.
I’m sure it’s going to be so thrilling that you won’t even be able to sleep afterwards, and you’ll probably tattoo “Gingher: It’s Like Butter” somewhere on yourself.
