This is the first time a corner of my house actually looks like it might pass as part of a Real Simple photo spread. Every time I walk up the stairs and pass this corner I giggle with delight.

Actually, it wasn't really myself who taught me to knit - the credit goes to Rosanne, who besides teaching me to knit, also taught me to me put cognac in my hot chocolate while doing so.

When I was in Alaska, someone told me about NaNoWriMo. I have to think that it was my professor and friend Rosanne. Who else besides your writing instructor believes that there is no such thing as too much writing practice?

At that point in time I am pretty sure I had enough projects on the go to keep me busy until ... well ... now.

A rock hit my windshield while I was driving out to COP this week. I held my breath as I searched high and low for any damage. I was so relieved to see nothing more than a tiny little chip, smaller than any of the others I have inevitably gotten while driving back and forth through the Rockies from Squamish to Calgary.

The next day I get in my car and am greeted by this:

WHAT THE .... ?!?