Frustrated

For some reason, I can no longer add my pictures to this blog. Google keeps telling me to sign in, which I am. Remove cookies. Done. Etc, etc, etc.  

Maybe it’s Chrome. No, doesn’t work on Safari either. Maybe it’s just my iPad. No, doesn’t work on my phone. And I still haven’t figured out how to grab photos from Google on the laptop without downloading each individually. 

Next frustration up: adding photos of my watercolors to the bootcamp group. I’ve downloaded the Google Slide app, but can’t create a new slide in the group’s deck. I just want these things to work. (Update: it is suddenly allowing pictures. I’m quickly putting them in before this magic goes away.)

In any case, I did all 30 of the bootcamp projects using the huge quill brush the instructor recommended. Not easy for me. However, I am proud I stuck it out. My plan is to redo all them, then bind the before and after into a book.


I am also frustrated with myself because I’ve been eating like the Olympic cross country skiers I’ve been watching. Since I’m sitting, not on skis, I’ve gained weight. Back on the straight and narrow today. On the plus side, Grant and I did Dry January so it could have been worse. On the minus, I’ve enjoyed way too much making a no-bake cranberry and biscotti cheese cake and a king cake, and am looking at a chocolate tart recipe. I have cut the first 2 into smallish servings and tucked them into the freezer to slow down my consumption.

While all this has happen, I’ve crocheted a flamingo kit and now that I’m almost done, I think I finally understand crocheting in the round. Perhaps the head is facing towards the back, and one of the flowers only has 4 petals, but I’m not going to redo anything now. Done, not perfect, is my operating mantra.

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