tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58673932108492582782024-03-13T01:27:43.972-07:00Freshly Slain DragonsGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-10992125209486640292017-04-06T21:47:00.000-07:002017-04-06T21:47:06.093-07:00I'm BackGuess who finally managed to hack back into her blog? This girl! Now I just need to remember my password and log in often enough that it doesn't lock me out again. And maybe, I don't know, post something occasionally
Have you heard the one about the roof?
It'd be over your head.
Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-34151170669411594822013-05-17T11:05:00.001-07:002013-05-17T14:47:32.179-07:00New fabricFirst, posting pictures from my cell phone is proving challenging. It appears to be attached somehow, but I have no clue where it is.
Second, I bought fabric for a lap blanket. There is a picture of it around here somewhere. It is to be a simple nine-patch rag quilt, but there is a possibility that it will morph into 6x6.
Now my thumbs are tired. More updates to come
Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-85839467069999547592013-05-14T00:01:00.000-07:002013-05-14T00:01:04.657-07:00Outfit post: cream cardiganToday I wore a crinkly ankle length skirt with a tiny floral print paired with a t-shirt belted at the waist and a v-neck cardigan. I also dug out my little point-and-shoot and tested out the timer feature. It is an improvement, but the picnic table level perspective is a little off when I am standing. It is a work in progress. Without further ado, the outfit:
And here I am seated:
Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-57890791087400228842013-05-11T00:29:00.000-07:002013-05-11T00:29:31.902-07:00I don't do morningsNormally, my alarm goes off about an hour before I have to leave the house in the morning. I flail at it until it shuts up then turn on my lamp and close my eyes. It goes off again, and I again flail at it until the awful noise quits, then laboriously haul myself vaguely vertical, and sit until it goes off the third time. Then I pick it up, turn it off properly, and start to get ready for the dayGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-38172983032367302392013-05-09T23:12:00.000-07:002013-05-09T23:12:42.206-07:00Outfit post: Navy and GreyI have a fondness for crisp button down tops which does not mesh well with my laziness and dislike of ironing. I actually ironed this shirt a couple weeks ago though, so it was ready to be worn.
I don't really have anything to say about this. My posture is terrible, but it's difficult to stand nicely while trying to take a picture of yourself in a giant mirror with terrible lighting Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-25762866141358634502013-05-08T23:02:00.000-07:002013-05-08T23:02:18.388-07:00Outfit post: Polka Dot SkirtI'm wading in to this fashion thing. Every few months I realize that my wardrobe is a difficult, unpleasant sort of beast, but I don't know what to do with it, so I quietly lapse back into not much caring what I look like. I'm tired of not caring though. I still don't care if the rest of the world thinks me pretty, but I want to have clothes that make me feel pretty, or daring, or even stunning Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-78337500770741439032013-04-22T00:16:00.000-07:002013-04-22T21:11:23.862-07:00Another go...So, I haven't been near this blog in a while. The sister mentioned in the last post is nearing her second anniversary and they seem to be doing well. I did finally get them a wedding gift after Christmas last year (for those of you keeping score at home, that is roughly 19 months late. I was unemployed when they got married, and so promised a raincheck). The bedroom in the previous posts is not Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-54850013463165224582011-05-16T23:53:00.000-07:002011-05-16T23:56:09.284-07:00YippeeI finally managed to get into my blogger account. Unfortunately, I leave for my sister's wedding in approximately 38 hours, and not only have I not packed, I still have to make part of my outfit. So, a real post this will not be.Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-87445506529599114482010-04-11T00:05:00.000-07:002010-04-11T00:22:51.868-07:00Hello worldUnfortunately, my room is worse than ever - thus the lack of updates in that department. But there are a lot of good things happening in my life right now.Number one: I have a decent idea of what I want to do with my life. I was sitting in class one day, and one of the vague notions that have been flitting around in my head solidified and focused. Now I just have to convince someone Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-65806813672248916692010-01-24T23:25:00.000-08:002010-01-24T23:31:55.098-08:00The time has cometo get my act together.I'm messy by nature. However, I also like things orderly. These two aspects of my personality, predictably, clash. Unfortunately, the messy part currently has declared victory, moved in, and completely taken over in my bedroom. This has huge effects on the rest of my life. I'm constantly scattered, have a hard time finding things, usually end up rushed, and never have time Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-58376479503112568532010-01-05T23:33:00.000-08:002010-01-05T23:59:20.062-08:00Ah, the blog...It seems like such a good idea, but then real life interferes. I've managed to not post for three whole months. My spidy sense tells me that this is not the way to develop a readership and become part of the community. Oh well, I'm a loner in life, why not in blog too. And, as usual, I'm writing when I should be sleeping. It's only the first week of classes - far to early to get Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-47208522051259614472009-10-04T00:29:00.000-07:002009-10-04T01:35:21.861-07:00The truth about the marmaladeIt was so easy to make that I can't for the life of me figure out how to write a whole post about it. Even worse, I don't actually like marmalade (any marmalade), so I can't even rave about how tasty it is to fill space. Even canning is remarkably easy - pour the stuff in jars, plop the lids on, and chuck the whole thing in boiling water for ten minutes. So, for those of you who must know:Nearly Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-81035954878886518372009-09-16T17:21:00.000-07:002009-09-16T17:55:46.555-07:00A Short Auto-BiographyThe funny thing about blogging is that when I'm not doing it, subjects, ideas for posts, and inspiration to write abound. However, just as soon as I decide to start doing it again, I can't remember what any of them are, and nothing new presents itself. So, today, while I sit here listening to Christmas music on Pandora, I'm going to tell you about me. Please ask any questions you may have.I am aGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-86630127978851380962009-09-06T23:32:00.001-07:002009-09-07T12:17:55.963-07:00Lemon MarmaladeMy parents just returned from a quick trip north and brought me a lovely surprise. A whole bag of lemons from my grandmother's tree. I'm going to make and can lemon marmalade.This should be a bit of an adventure. I've never canned anything before and certainly never made jelly. It should be exciting though. I've been on a bit of a domestic kick lately.Further updates as events progress. I'll try Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867393210849258278.post-49885666486163526522009-09-03T00:42:00.000-07:002009-09-03T01:13:48.113-07:00GraceAs a teenager, my family often called me Grace. They were mocking. I was anything but graceful. I was clumsy and awkward. Like many teenagers, I tripped over my own feet, ran into walls, dropped half the things I touched and was generally a walking disaster.I'm no longer a teenager, but I am still not graceful. I'm awkward and clumsy, though not to the same degree as then. But more than that, I'mGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03575673929338521044noreply@blogger.com1