i'm a pilgram, i'm a stranger.

good news kids.
singles ward is awkward.
it's like that awkward time when you're just leaving primary to go into young womens, except i had no one to tell me that it's not awesome for a beehive to sit in the laurels section.
and the couples.
and the quiet.
and the fact that i'm in relief society.
and i can choose my own sunday school class.
and trying to find that perfect time of not being too on time, but not being too late.
it's a fright.
have a nice sunday.

so much time to blog stalk

here's the deal.
i roughed it in the wilderness and came home ready to blog stalk.
and no one had posted since i had left.
so i resorted to blog stalking myself.
pathetic.

so much to be thankful for

what else is there to say? 

but this morning i'm ok

my quilt is finished.

this:

and this. 

the end. 

gather your courage

my graduation shoes give me blisters

my room is a disaster's worst nightmare

my lap top is hidden in my house somewhere

my financial situation seems to be steadily getting worse

quilting is harder than necessary

and yet

i crochet blankets for graduation

watch bones and the finder

listen to mumford and sons

and plant flowers in teacups. 

maybe i'm avoiding things. 

the anatomy of this senior in high school

i'm aching for graduation.