Cabled Owls

Cabled Owls

I just wanna make a million of these. I decided to get some owl eyes instead of using buttons, because it’s cuter. I actually have several orders to fill though, so my personal preferences will have to wait. Tis the season! FOR ME TO MAKE MONEY. Hopefully.

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Apple Crumble

It’s COLD out there today. And not just COLD, but WINDY. Wind chill of 18 tonight. And it only got up to mid 30s today. I didn’t really want to venture out into the elements today, but alas, have to get stuff done. Delivered some hats, went on a yarn run, which also included getting hot cocoa mix, peppermint bark, white chocolate coffee, and whipped topping. Yep, it’s cold. Anyway, before I left, I threw some apples and sundry other ingredients in the crock pot. It smelled amazing when I got back, but I wanted a crunchy topping, so I transferred the concoction to a baking dish, made a crumble topping, baked for half an hour, and voila! Delicious apple crumble for a cold day.

I only have one more hat to make, to be delivered Thursday, and I’ve already started, so I’m going to take a break, be lazy, cuddle my baby dog, and read for a bit. Hopefully I won’t fall asleep.

Fall Photo Shoot

I loved the way the sun was shining on the beautiful fall leaves, so I took my best friend for a walk and took some photos. This is truly the best time of the year for me. Right now I’m drinking some delicious cider and enjoying the evening. Can’t wait to snuggle down with Opie and read a good book. And that’s my Saturday night.

November

“Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! – and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night, as men shiver in their coats and hurry home. And then the lights of home glowing in those desolate deeps. There are the stars, though! – high and sparkling in a spiritual firmament. We will walk in the windsweeps, gloating in the envelopment of ourselves, seeking the sudden grinning intelligence of humanity below these abysmal beauties. Now the roaring midnight fury and the creaking of our hinges and windows, now the winder, now the understanding of the earth and our being on it: this drama of enigmas and double-depths and sorrows and grave joys, these human things in the elemental vastness of the windblown world.” – Jack Kerouac 

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