Back home again, completely flattened at the prospect of gearing up the fellas for school. Can’t they kind of figure it all out themselves? They car keys are on the kitchen counter–have at it!
I have been hearing of a similar malaise from other friends. Any ideas for overcoming that end-of-camp feeling? I did polish my desk yesterday, which had worn down pretty much to the wood. Nothing like the brain-eatin’ scent of paste wax to wake you up.
Quick question: would somebody please knit up this $3,400 Missoni coat, please? Just to see how it would look? Aren’t the colors dreamy?
I have knitting to report, as soon as I can find the camera cable in one of the seven Hefty bags of crap I brought back from the mountain. A smart person would just take those trash bags out to the trash can.