As a long-time fan of old American Standards (think Rogers and Hammerstein, Irving Berlin, Ella Fitzgerald singing the American Songbooks), Rosemary Clooney is in my CD collection. I’m a sucker for those tunes.
While Suzy Snowflake isn’t my favorite by any means, it is catchy. And today, it’s snowing.
You know, they say that when you’re a blogger you should establish yourself as an expert. And when you’re a maker, people like to see your process. So, here I am being an expert wierdo, while standing in the snow and creatively singing at my phone.
I hope you like it!
Stay warm, Friends!
I’ve put on a bit of weight this year; I’d say 10 pounds or so. I blame middle-age, several rounds of prednisone, and fatigue that renders me almost bedridden. Thankfully, the prednisone is out of my life (for now), and the fatigue is at bay. However, at some point during my last flare-up, I lost my thigh muscles. I can’t find them anywhere. Mind you, I have plenty, plenty, of thigh. Just no muscle.
With any move I make, I jiggle. Parts I never knew I had are jiggling. It’s a funny feeling. *blink*…Whoa! Did my eyelids just quiver? Read more
I’ve often said I’m not the brightest bulb in the box. I have good intentions, though. (I do hope that counts for something.)
So, I’m working on various and sundry home projects. Among them is our laundry room remodel. It’s been a family affair, really. Extended family. Thanks to them, the hardest work is done. And now, I’m chipping away at what remains.