Summary

I didn't intend to wait this long to post again,
but life has kept me busy.

Most of the month was working on my business project.
I sold all 6 of my throw afghans and 1 baby afghan from it.
My grandma sent me more yarn.
I am doing a free commission for my brother.
The deal was as long as I didn't have to buy the yarn.

At the end of a busy and fast month,
Thanksgiving came with much healing and peace.
It was seriously the Best Thanksgiving Ever.

I finished my Christmas shopping, and went to church a couple times.
(I've seriously been neglecting going regardless of my plans to go.)

Today I went out with my BFF, though I felt like crap.
Because we hadn't had our time alone in awhile.

And tonight I look forward to relaxing with some nice drinks,
curled up on the couch, maybe crocheting,
maybe writing or reading,
and sleeping in until whenever I please tomorrow.

Barbie is Not to Blame

When I was a kid, my favorite toys were barbie dolls.
I have heard much criticism about them and how they make little girls think they have to have blond hair and blue eyes to be pretty.
But barbie was not to blame for my desire to be blond.
I wanted to be blond because my mom and sister are both natural blue eyed blonds, and I wanted to be like them.
Barbies did not make me want something I didn't have, or think that I wasn't pretty.
I didn't think I was pretty, because I picked up on my mother's preference for blond hair and blue eyes.
Environment has much more to do with these issues than any toy ever could.

Sometimes

Sometimes I want to leave and never come back,
To only take care of myself
And not worry about my family.
But I have siblings,
Who I feel a responsibility for
And parents who are broken.
And I know God does want me to cut them off
No matter how much they hurt me.

Welcome

Welcome, November.

You just might be my favorite month.