An Attack of the Fuzzies
Oh dear, my dears, I am pooped. Permanently pooped, it feels like. Christmas is coming like a tinsel-covered nightmare train, but I am unfazed. My Christmas knitting is done and in the mail; Advent is humming along splendidly, and I am putting up my feet for the calm before the storm. I can’t show you … More An Attack of the Fuzzies