random poem

In my English class this summer we were sent to get inspiration from the campus. I had to go powder my nose and this is the poem that resulted.


The Women’s Room

Tiled pink room of refuge and relief.

Hazy lights flicker, running water,

Humming fans cover conversations
 
As we primp and preen,

Heels tapping straight to the point.

A quiet sigh,

Before returning to the bright, loud world.

new year resolutions

Are you making any new year resolutions?
I am, but I've decided to keep them to myself.  Except for the list of projects I want to finish.

red, black, and white scrap afgan

pink and gray afgan

blue scrap afgan

woven table runner

crochet trivet

crochet soap bag

sunny day cross-stitch

I'll come back and mark them off when I've finished with them. If I can, I'll publish a picture of the finished product.