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Tagsgifted and talented
Growing up, the accelerated class track was called “gifted and talented.” Yesterday, I was gifted by talented folks!
feeling the love
I always knew knitters were good souls. I knew they were a generous bunch. And when I was feeling low last week, I knew I could turn to some tried-and-true bloggers, who’ve known me from almost the very start, for some sympathy, emails, and more people to gmail chat with if I needed.
I didn’t expect the amazing responses I’ve gotten–from thoughtful suggestions for what to knit, to taking the time to share personal stories with me, and now? Sending me care packages!!
curse you, spammers!
I think all bloggers agree: We live for comments. We would roll around naked in comments if such a thing were physically possible and/or actually pleasurable. We want comments on every post, every sneeze, every stitch, the works. We hope that particular posts will strike a chord, will elicit smiles, or even spark a discussion. We read every last line of our site stats, but when we see a pleasant spike in visitors we merely say, “but you couldn’t leave me a comment!?” We always–always–wish we got more comments.
Until we wish we didn’t.
retail therapy + gastronomy = happy girl
Today was all about treating myself. Treating myself to whatever I wanted. And boy did it feel good!