Needle me dee.

In the spirit of craftivity, I've decided to partake in crocheting. Grammie, my dad's madre, filled me in on the what's-what. After two hours in Hobby Lobby, out came the needed materials, neatly in hand. I haven't begun learning; however, with Thanksgiving break lasting a week and merely two weeks left of the semester, spare time is afoot.

Among other fabulous reasons to admire Hobby Lobby, a 50% off sale lingered around each isle. Being a thrift-seeker, I took advantage of this and purchase a nifty clock. Alice would be so dearly keen to my steal, I'm sure.




Grammie and Grampie harbored the house for the weekend. Since my dad urged my sister and I not to isolate ourselves during his padres' visit, I chose to read a book on the futon in the dining area-in view of the family. Brandon loaned me The Dark Elf Triologies months ago, but I faded away from the WONDER of reading once the first college season sprung into motion.
Each turning page drew me in: Will Drizzt lose this battle? Will the panther be maimed? How will Gaul defeat the blinded ranger? Either I'm a nerd, or this book is an adventure of its own. The latter might be the best decision, I'm not good enough to be a nerd.


I'd suggest this novel to anyone. Whether you dig fantasy (is this fantasy?) or not.
Lacking only a hundred pages, I'm off to complete this battle.