Cozies Redeemed. Barely.
I have trouble with cozies, crocheted and knitted covers for things that have no need of warmth. I saw this here. I felt my blood
April 12, 2009
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I have trouble with cozies, crocheted and knitted covers for things that have no need of warmth. I saw this here. I felt my blood
It’s Easter tomorrow. As an atheist, my relationship to Easter is governed by the memories I have of my young children, baskets in hand. And
I almost wish my kids were down the hall, sleeping. That I had bought some ham and tortillas and potatoes and salsa and eggs to
They are at it yet again. Cozies. On everything. First it was rocks. They tried to trick us and called it crochet. But I knew.
The inheritance is a key component of the High WASP species. That’s how we develop the attitude and the taste. Growing up in privilege means
A ways back, someone asked me what a High WASP was. The WASP part is straightforward. White Anglo Saxon Protestant. The High part is more
It’s Monday morning. In the days when my job had not been misplaced, that would have meant many things. Now it means that if I
It struck me that the the best way to identify these creatures is to show you some. The easiest people in this day and age
So what if my daughter said to me, “Mom, I just want to get married at City Hall and then all go out to a
Final bit on the wedding industry. For now at least. It must be my job hiatus speaking, repressed desires to say words like infrastructure, strategy
I should make something clear. Since I hold these opinions – about shoes, purses, typefonts, overt displays of sentimentalism – I CAN write about them.
It’s Saturday morning. And my son is home from college. My children are grown. They have not a vestige of body fat left on them
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