All Purls. No Swine.
Argh. It's setting up to be one of those days, and it's barely even light outside. Here's an oldie but goodie reflecting the situation this morning at Chateau Right: Dear Spectacles, I’m giving you fair warning here: I’ve had enough. Enough of your silly games. Enough of listening to you snicker as I stumble blindly… Continue reading An Open Letter To My Spectacles–2023 Edition
Dear Spectacles, I’m giving you fair warning here: I’ve had enough. Enough of your silly games. Enough of listening to you snicker as I stumble blindly around the house trying to find you after you’ve hidden yourselves away for the infinity-umpteenth time (borrowed that locution from my granddaughter who, when she was four, learned about… Continue reading An Open Letter To My Spectacles