Mornin’, y’all. The sun is shining, the coffee is brewed. The cats are in their usual places. We’re all in our usual places, actually. We’re not interesting people. I made all sorts of attempts to be productive yesterday, with the specific intention of taking pics of the pants. Regardless of my desire for catalog-caliber photo…
I swear to god, if you choose to go on a summer hike in Death Valley, you fucking deserve everything that comes to you.
Morning, y’all. You made it to the weekend. That’s a good thing. We had an ok Friday. Shawshank had a full day of work. I attempted to make some pantaloons, and failed dismally. I switched to genie pants, and started to make a pair with a green and white floral sheet. Unfortunately, that ended in…