Turkey induced maddness

We ventured forth to the temple of retail today to attempt to get pictures of Mica and her cousin together with Santa. Miss Mica was having none of that. In all fairness, she wanted to nurse and there was no way that she was letting mom (the source of all that is good and milky) out of her reach... In the end, we settled for a picture of my sister, my niece, Mica and I together with Santa... Like any mom, I think my precious girl is adorable and want to show her off... I will not, however, show off myself, or my niece (in the absence of explicit permission from her parental influences)... 

Innocence is no guarantee of justice

http://www.deathpenaltyinfo.org/article?scid=6&did=109

If you find yourself with some time on your hands, the link below makes for some compelling reading. When people like this argue in favor of reducing the number of appeals, they aren't taking into account cases like Rupert Cantu whose case is being re-examined 12 years after his execution as the individuals involved in his arrest and prosecution have come forward to decry the errors and injustice of his trial, conviction and execution.

The fact that 122 people have been freed from death row after an average of 9 years of wrongful imprisonment. Even in the event of a successful appeal, justice is not immediate or even guaranteed... For example, Kenny Ritchey still sits on death row more than 10 months after the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the state of Ohio had 90 days to either release him or grant him a new trial. (A trial in which he would surely be exonerated because of the wealth of evidence supporting his innocence.)

Layers of Meaning: Felted Blankets

My feet are cold. Not really a newsworthy observation, but there you have it. Sometime in late October I begin to get cold by early November I feel chilled most of the time. By December the chill is in my bones and I begin to doubt that I'll ever get warm. If I'm lucky, I start to thaw in early April, but it is often more like May.

I mention this because while sitting on the couch with the baby on my lap, I found myself searching the pile of things next to me for a blanket or something to pull over my feet. What I grabbed was a sweater which worked beautifully when I put my feet into the sleeves and pulled the body of the sweater up over my knees. This reminded me that I have a couple of felted sweaters in the studio that would make warm fuzzy slippers. So I started looking for a slipper pattern for inspiration and found this instead... now I want to make a blanket.

Layers of Meaning: Felted Blankets