Having a beer in the fabulous Cessnock Hotel. Thus it begins.
What a sight on a cold and rainy night…
Photographic proof that there are knitters with more embarrassing onesies than me!
Morning in Abernethy. Homemade jam (courtesy of Snook), black coffee, and sentient xylophone onesie.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.
