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Being the chaos you want to see in the world! Self proclaimed expert on jumpsuits, baked goods, wedding gown construction and tiny poodles who bite priests. My kids are more mature than I am.
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Good night dear hearts, I’m exhausted, especially after soaking and rebandaging my gruesome, but pain free toe. I forgot, with all the baby news, to show you the fluffy one. He was a little tired from skiing all morning, but he’s always a good boy when he visits. Snow tomorrow? Percy won’t mind.

The sweetest part of today’s baby news was phoning my other son’s husband and calling him “Uncle Joshua” and listening to him gasp, then cry, because he really really wants to be the best Guncle out there, which he will be. My older son got the news a little later, as he was auditioning for “Light

Dear darling besties, on or about my grandfather Bancroft’s birthday:

I have had a full 90 minutes of knitting, elevating my foot (which feels pretty good but looks gruesome) and listening to my sad girl songs. Such a good way to reset everything. My kid & his family are on the way. My daughter in law & I telepathically agreed to Touch of Italy take out for dinner!

Every time the guy with dementia gets one of these texts he calls them “jail bait” and I lol and he gets more upset.

Good morning! My foot woke me up a few times in the night, but it doesn’t hurt now that I’m up and around. I dreamed that I had received a card in a gray envelope and set it aside only to be unable to find it. Then I woke up and couldn’t find my green slippers. They ended up being by the

Earlier, I hobbled over to check on my neighbor and Peaches. I needed to see them because I had told my neighbor’s daughter (who had just gotten off a cruise ship)that they were great, and to my relief, they were. On my hobble back home, the snow was falling in a pretty way that made me love winter

My foot is starting to hurt but I’m resisting the hop or even worse, the dragging it behind me.

Okay, I’m totally in love with my foot doc (and his wife who runs the front desk and has to talk to all the old folks on the regular). Didn’t feel a thing, he picked a nice pink for the bandage too.

PT was great, then I radicalized the ladies at brunch and now I’m waiting for the novocaine to make my right big toe fly off to la la land. Getting stuff done.

Good morning! It will be an ambitious one for me today. I have PT and then who schedules a party on a Friday morning? My neighbors, that’s who. Then I have to get a little procedure done on a stupid toenail or never wear shoes again. But I’m good. I slept well and dreamed calm things.

Had a Kitchen Thought™️, while making artisanal butters to gift with the bread tomorrow. It was, as most of my thoughts are, about a fashion pairing. My handknit Lucca Shawl over my Paul Smith coat. I believe I will wear it to hear Suzanne Vega sing “Luka” in a few weeks.

Today’s Joan-agenda: 1) Listen to the new Rum Jungle album on repeat while mentally planning outfits to see them in a month, in shows that are impractical but also not impossible. 2) Bake a loaf of sourdough to gift to a neighbor at a little birthday brunch tomorrow.

Good morning! So much sleep, over 9 hours, I have to be healing. Dreamed I was leaving a hospital but had to go through an obstacle course to get out. One of my bestie girlfriends was with me and we just jumped and tumbled our way. The men we were with over thought things and got stuck, weird,

Finished the Swedish Lady Cop Murder Story on Netflix and doesn’t Ikea make something to fix colicky babies? Also, I’m desperate to xc ski.

I swear, I would be in remission already if I didn’t have to spend so much time blocking “men” who are just following women of a certain age. They all look like you would imagine me to find attractive but no, just no.

My neighbor Joanne is pleased about my scan news, which she never worried about and she’s pretty sure that the Pope won’t see March and the whole world will fall apart. She’s never wrong in her blind/deaf lady predictions but ugh, the world needs to hold itself together.

Ordered a new pair of unusual pants, plus a skirt and a top, from my favorite they make stuff only to order and the turn around times are vague, clothing company today to celebrate the end of the laser beams. This is how I sound in real life, it’s a wonder I get such good care.