I searched the world (wide web) for some kind of barrette garage, but apparently the general population only buys/makes these for 5 years old girls who like pink. So – when you can’t find something, make your own. I can be crafty when it is a matter of necessity!
To copy me: Find some kind of framed art to your liking (that won’t make your husband whine too much), matching ribbon & mitten clips (like these). Cut the ribbon to a length that will wrap around to the back and clip …

Malcolm Morgan woke up in the back doorway of Powder Books with another massive headache and a bad attitude. The sun was rising earlier than he was ready, but Malcolm knew he had to pack up before people started hitting the streets to avoid someone calling the cops. This alley had been Malcolm’s home for almost a month and he didn’t want to lose this location that had everything he needed. Cardboard was always in great supply behind the store to make a private draft free bedroom in the doorway …

I should be working on my current short story, but I want to share with you the journey of my soufflé.
Soufflé is gross. At least that is what I thought most of my life. It always looks and smells way better than it tastes and seems like a grown up food (which is bad, right?). In addition, I have a niece that was traumatized once by quiche (which to me is a better version of a soufflé) furthering my feelings. We cannot see that sweet girl without her asking me …

I learned about 10 on 10 from Alysha Gray a few days ago on Twitter and I’m pretty sure it was started by a blogger named Rebekah. As Rebekah says “take a photo once an hour for ten consecutive hours on the tenth of each month. document a snapshot of your life and find beauty amoung the ordinary things of your day.”
So here’s my first try – I found a little beauty among the ordinary . . .
 
 

That was fun! Can’t wait to do it next month.

Sometimes I have these random memory fragments that pop into my mind usually triggered by some inane moment in my day. Usually I write a whole blog about them in my head working out the details of how to explain something so meaningless to other people in a way that would be interesting. As soon as I realize they wouldn’t be interesting to anyone else, I quit writing and it never makes it to paper (or computer in my case).  For a change of pace, I’m going to go ahead …