My new dye job

My impatience took over on Day Four. When I woke up Saturday morning, I grabbed the directions I’d been stowing on my dresser since the Tie Dye on the Lawn event at Liverpool Public Library on Wednesday afternoon and read the how-to one more time. Let it set for eight hours, it plainly said. Or…

You really socked it to me

Apparently I have a sock issue. Or so it seems after yesterday’s post titled “So Shoe Me.” I thought I was showing off my good taste in lace-less footwear. You thought I was showing off shocking white socks. So, one last footwear post. Honest. Said Jolene: ” … then I saw your white socks with…

So shoe me

I made a decision in life that will affect me down to my sole. After a half-century of crossing, pulling, looping, crossing again and pulling tight, I’ve taken the stance that I’ve tied enough shoes in my life. Double knots in the time of need included, I figure that I’ve come to closure with, say,…