Hello, Again and an outfit that makes me look like an overstuffed chair

in Entertaining nonsense and profound thought


It’s interesting having a job that I enjoy. I’m totally focused on it while I’m there, I sometimes do a little extra work from home on the weekend – and I sing a lot. In the halls, in my office. No one has yet to tell me to stop. That might be the best part.


But as I’ve noted here in the past the two hour commute is taking a chunk out of my day.  I know Sue commented that she was surprised it took two hours, and it doesn’t really – except that I have to park a good 10 to 15 minute walk from my office – and I have to drop off my kids. So yes, at least an hour door to door, and sometimes more. Some days there is a traffic jamb getting across the bridge into Hanover. Not my favorite part of the day, especially as I haven’t been in traffic in several years.


The job, however, is making up for it. It’s all good.


I have gotten some writing done. Yay me. But I’ve also been doing a lot of sewing. Some good, some not so good. I just finished an outfit out of fabric I love but that makes me look like someone’s grandma’s overstuffed chair. I guess I’ll have to wear the pieces separately – one of my co-workers suggested the top be worn with black slacks or leggings, and the bottom be worn with a black, or at least solid top. She’s probably right.




I  suppose you want a picture. Okay, but not with me wearing it. It’s wrinkled because I wore it to work today. I tend to be wrinkled by the end of the day, that’s just the way I am.



I told you. My English Nanna’s overstuffed chair.

ETA: An Example: See. I told you.

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