A for Angst.: April 2007
That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me? Every love story has a different beginning, it’s true. That first inkling that two people are meant for each other. That time will bind them together with threads of emotion and passion. That they will share the joys, the uncertainties, the rollercoaster ride of living a life together. And you can’t blame it on the place, or the season. The attractiveness of her smile, or the sense that this could be the person you would like to grow old with. There...
I would have posted sooner, but… | Story Value
Well, clearly I need to read more non-fiction. And maybe less 900-page novels. It’s an excellent book; just know that if you get your copy from the library you will be reading nothing else for quite a while if you want to finish it without accruing a ginormous fine.). Anyway, I promised my dear LauraLauraLaura. More pink, so here we have my Big Pink scarf. This is made out of the Blue Sky Alpaca that my co-worker gifted me. My one teeny-tiny problem with making things like the Big Pink Scarf, however?