hand eye crafts

I forgot to share my opinion of the egg bread.  It was very good.  Made excellent sandwiches.  Yes, past tense.  The loaves that bread machines make are a tad large for just one person.  Into the freezer the rest went.  The next test, Ms. Egg Bread --- if that is your real name --- is how you freeze.

I've been switching some framed things around of late, mostly because of all the cross-stitch pieces I've been looking to place somewhere. Tonight, I took one piece out of its frame, and realized that I had forgotten knowing what glazier's points are.  If you've ever self-framed anything, you probably know what they are, too.  That the phrase just flew right to my mind gave me an odd amount of pride. (If I were still in the classroom, this is the precise time someone in the back [they always seemed to be in the back] would say, "Do we need to know that for the test?" "Yes," I would always say.  "If I say it during class time, it's fair game.") This meant that they might have been asked on a test what the theme song for  was, or which of their classmates was "given extra credit" due to wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers jersey to class one day or where I wished I'd gone to college or whether CDs play from the inside out or outs...

So, I understand that the word "sissy" escaped from an orange face recently, and it caused a bit of a tumult. I am here to admit that I have used that word.  Never, that I can remember, in reference to a person.  My context was Behind that banana seat is a sissy bar.  Having one on your bike was COOL.  As was having that banana seat.  I think we called those butterfly handlebars?  I do know that nobody I grew up with had handbrakes.  Too expensive.  We all stopped by reversing the pedals.  Heels down.  (Which is also a term used in horse riding.) Did anyone else use that word that way?  As I said, I don't remember ever actually calling anybody that.  Being gay was NOT TO BE DISCUSSED.  (If you even said you knew  about it, you were likely to have been called to the kitchen table for a talk.)  I do remember thinking that word when I saw someone who was "different."   Anyway, I never got a bike with a sis...

First things first. Still undefeated.  Someone at the game had a sheet sign that said, "Bring Us Bama," which I appreciated.  Alabama is here tonight, then they host Vandy next week.  Anchor Down, everyone, if you're so inclined. Secondly, I baked some egg bread this afternoon, so the house smelled wonderful. I haven't sliced into it yet, but I'll give you a review when I have.  The machine's paddle got stuck in the loaf, and to wiggle it out, I picked it up with my right fingers.  Turns out nerve-damaged fingers can  register pain.  Not suffer necessarily, but register for sure. I apologize to my dear, dear high school Biology teacher Mr. Bradley for not being able to make the connection between the two, but I woke up today with a serious sore throat, and am going to bed with the horrible sensation of imminently throwing up.  Connected? Perhaps.

Why do people go through other people's phones?  Has anything good ever  come of that? How could someone ask if Animal   Farm  was based on a true story?* Is it possible for numb fingers to hurt?  Asking for a friend. Remember me telling you about cross-stitch designer  Sally King ?  Look at the cover of the latest Stitchery : Pretty, huh?  She's quite remarkable.  Possibly my favorite design is "Along the Riverbank": It's my favorite, I think, because of the ingenious use of the water bird as the heel.  (I spent far too much time online trying to figure out if that's a heron or an egret.  I landed on egrets in my own mind, but decided to use "water bird" so as not to offend or show my ignorance.)  King also has a sewing-themed shoe with a stack of spools of  thread as the heel.  Amazing imagination.  Why don't I have any gray boots?   *All of you --- no matter where you are --- most likely heard me sho...

Several hours (🫤) of most of my days are spent on Pinterest.  The algorithm led me to this the other day: How cute is that?  Lots of the comments asked what the pattern was, where they could get it, that sort of thing.  It looks like you just knit a raglan sweater, knit a pocket or a little vest, crochet a cord to attach everything, and there you go.  Right?  Is anyone else seeing that, too? I've managed to take on two of yesterday's problems, but am still wound up about the others.   This is when knitting and/or cross-stitching would come in really handy in calming me, but... these two continue to task me.  GRRRRRR.  On the Woodstock Mood Meter, I'm at Good thing I live near a Bruster's --- that's all's I've got to say.