I feel as though my bones have turned to jelly (or should that be jello?) and my mind has become mush. It’s a lovely sensation! I have successfully resisted the urge to check my work emails and I’m struggling to remember what day of the week it is. I have, however, found a fragile Internet connection. Come on! Cold turkey can be dangerous for a person’s health, you know.
There has been this…
There’s always one damn fool.
Knitting in a Yurt
Camping at Yosemite
My Sorbetto tops (which pack up to the size of a fairy’s handkerchief) have been life savers during all the outward bound, sunshine-y activities. So have the pair of shorts that I bought for under a tenner from M&S. (I badly wish I’d indulged my instinct to buy a second pair in a different colour.) I strongly recommend these shorts!
If you could care less about the trip, and just want to hear about my sewing adventures, Beth has written a comprehensive post on our fun together. I’ll be reporting back myself as soon as I can get my head into gear.
For now, I have a waterfall to inspect. Then I must help Ian in his search for a decent Stateside Old Fashioned cocktail. Not much luck so far. Our hopes are high for Las Vegas.