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Winter is Coming #WordlessWednesday
Vinny likes to steal all the covers to stay warm. How do you stay warm on cold nights? Share your answer in the comments below. [irp posts=”4253″ name=”#SOCS- Gathering Nuts for the Winter”]
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Keeping Neighbors Warm with a #Scrapgan
As the weather turns colder there is nothing I like more than curling up with a nice warm crochet project, a cup of cocoa, and a good movie. As a matter of fact since I stopped smoking a few years ago, I have become obsessed with crocheting. It gives me something for my hands to do during down times like waiting at the doctor’s office or watching TV. With so many projects, I end up with lots of scraps of yarn, small amounts that are leftover from a project but not enough for another project. Once in a while, I end up with full skeins because I order…
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One Hot Typper #WordlessWednesday
I crocheted these fingerless gloves out of microfiber yarn. They are very warm and cozy on those cold winter days and nights when I am writing. I tuck them into my sweater that I like to wear and type away for hours.
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Bright Winter Morning
It is another glorious Appalachian day. The sun is shining and a cold wind is blowing outside, while inside I sit at my desk writing with the blessing of heat and warmth. The dogs are barking incessantly as the mailman approaches our house. He is oblivious to the sound of chaos from inside as he walks with his headphones planted tightly in his ears. He is oblivious to the sounds of my barking dogs but he is also oblivious to the sounds of the singing birds he walks by along his route. What a shame to be out and about on a bright winter morning and not take in the…
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Mist Hangs Low in the Hollers
Sunday. A rainy dreary winter Sunday here in Appalachia. The kind of day you just want to stay in bed. The kind of day that depression thrives on. You just want to pull your covers over your head and not even look out the window. Its the kind of day where the cold mist hangs low in the hollers and everything takes on this feeling of dampness. The smell of graveyard dirt permeates the air and your mind wonders to tales of ghosts and demons. It is the kind of day that if you dwell on it it will dig deep into your soul, find the loneliness, and take root.
