hand eye crafts

I'm not quite sure what it is about this picture that makes me love it so, but I do.

 Y'all know I love my boots.  Fancy ones with sequins, embroidery --- you've seen the pictures posted here.  These are a bit out of my range, though. Don't get me wrong --- zhuzhed-up boots look great peeking out from a pair of boots or a skirt, but these are a bit "too."  Watch me wind up getting them one day... These I genuinely like, but I'm not a fan of short boots. Yet, the more I look at them, the more I'm inclined to go grab my debit card.  Boots are my Kryptonite.  More than yarn, even. First football game here tomorrow.  ☹️.  All around town (ALL), there's been road construction at every single major intersection, ramp, and any other important part of any important street all summer.  That should have been wrapped up by the football season.  Tomorrow's game is against Marshall, so there won't be SEC-level traffic, but still.  It's tricky enough for me to just get to the few places I go.  If they don't pick up the const...

This has arrived:  It's a spiffy little paper cutter with a gloriously sharp blade.  (I seem to be on a good cutting roll.)  Best of all, it's marked as Who wouldn't want a mini guillotine at the ready?  "Guillotine" is an excellent word, don't you think?  It looks and sounds like what it is.  I keep a list of my favorite words, and it is on there. My long dental nightmare is over.  (🤞)  I got my permanent crown today, and it's white gold.  I know!   I'd take a picture, but, again, impossible with the bum fingers and it being the very last tooth in the bottom left.  Remember, this crown is what I was going to the dentist for when the top tooth sheared off and that whole implant drama kicked off.  Two years?  Three?  Far too long and far too expensive.  Here's hoping my next visit is for a plain, routine cleaning.

When you are a knitter who can't knit, and that fact eats away at you more and more every day, you have to find other things to do.  Like trying to perfect an air-fried grilled cheese sandwich. I'm gettin' there.  

It's weird what people will reach out to you for.  Anything Gibb-related, anything about cowboy boots or knitting. . .  Today, so many people have sent questions about what a "cushion cut" and/or "old mine" diamond is.  I didn't know that many people remembered my father was a jeweler.  Plus, don't y'all know about The Google?  Do you not have some World Books somewhere?  I'm happy to be of help, but. . .  If any of you are going to write a paper, please give me proper footnoted credit. (This is one of my favorite winks ever, and I am a bit of a wink connoisseur.) Another addition to the Things Kim Has GREAT Difficulty Doing With Two Numb Fingers: polishing her fingernails.  All I've managed so far is a base coat, and my left hand is a femortal mess.  I'd take a picture to show you, but a photo with a phone is also rather impossible right now. Therapy tomorrow, then back to the dentist Thursday for the placement of the permanent crown.  ...

It's a slow day when the most interesting, electric news to publish on your blog is, "Guys!  I got some new scissors!" They aren't technically new;  they've been in a drawer for a while.  It's just that I had sharpened the ones I was using so often that they wouldn't hold a sharpening anymore.  How nice to cut so crisply again! You probably see there under the scissors that I'm still collaging.  Knitting and cross-stitch are still impossible.  Thing is, though, I love to cut things out.  I know I've said this many times, but it is still so very, very, very true.  Something so simple, but I enjoy it so much.

Ron Turcotte rode Secretariat, which had to be THE most exquisite experience any jockey has ever had.  He rode other horses, too, of course, but this (and note the arrow pointing at the horse) had to be a dream. Ron has died, and I for one, thank him for what he did.