The Bee and I went on a photowalk on the weekend, and a good time was had. Somehow we ended up at the playground. Surprisingly, playgrounds are as fun if not 'funner' in the winter. And although I have no pictures to prove it, I am slowly learning how to crochet, so that my dear friend is not alone on the dark side. I really just want to make a ziggity-zaggity throw blanket in crazy stripes. I believe that once I accomplish this, I shall have 'it' out of my system. Any bets?