This week’s radio silence is brought to you by the letter M.
Now, let us have a moment of silence for the 1/3 of my yarn stash and 1/2 of my wardrobe that is no longer with us.
On the bright side, when I’m finally done with this nonsense, I’m going to write one heck of a blog post about saving your wardrobe/yarn and fabric stash/sanity while battling the horror that is the clothes moth. Because, turns out, moths are like honey badgers. They don’t give a shit how clean your apartment is—they’ll still find a way to eat your stuff.
You know those weeks when you’re crazy busy, but, when they’re finally over, you can’t actually figure out what you got done? Yeah, that pretty much describes the end of my summer.
Over the past two weeks, Tiny Cranky Haley figured out what really happened to all those missing stitch markers, formed a tiny but adorable angry mob, and used her powers as an aging hipster for good.
Continue reading Tiny Cranky Haley, Weeks 4 and 5
So very sad. Rest in peace, Robin Williams.
Shame on a world that looks upon mental illness with fear, judgement, and contempt simply because it feels helpless, impotent, and ignorant in the face of such a struggle. I’ve dealt with depression my whole life. And, dearest readers, if you struggle too, know that you are not alone. Should you find yourself in need of help, please, please, please seek it out. You matter. You are important.
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This week, Tiny Cranky Haley solved all of your sewing problems, then utterly failed at untangling some yarn. (You win some, you lose some.)
Continue reading Sunday Snapshot: Tiny Cranky Haley, Week 3