I don't usually rant about politics, or religion.
I know those are personal subjects, and my ranting is not likely to change anyone's mind.
Not that I want to change anyone's mind. I don't. I am totally ok with everyone having their own belief system, and making their own decisions.
But I have to mention something that my husband read to me this morning, from the Sunday paper.
I don't read the paper. It depresses me. He tells me all the bad news I need to know.
Rick Santorum opposes birth control. He has equated same sex marriage with with polygamy, pedophilia, and bestiality-- and argued that gays and lesbians should not serve openly in the military because "they're in close quarters, they live with people, they obviously shower with people."
He may be a nice guy, but seriously?
Wouldn't we, as a nation, as a people, be going BACKWARDS.
I'm sorry. I am not going to climb up on a stump and wave my hands, but I am appalled.
I wish he hadn't said those things.
Actually, I wish he didn't BELIEVE those things.
I don't care what anyone believes, and I am not interested in how they live their lives. But if you are not abusing animals or children, and not hurting anyone, then you have the right to decide for yourself.
I want to have the choice. I don't want anyone taking it away from me.
End of rant.
And congrats to Mitt. I don't see how he could lose the nomination.
Sunday, and not my turn to take my mother to the SA.
Next was waiting for me.
He is very vocal.
And now he lets me touch him every day.
In fact, he insists.
He didn't like the click of my phone taking his picture.
I did some more rearranging, trying to make the first thing you see when you come in the door, look appealing.
The retail part of the studio needs to flow.
The argument that it is a 'working studio', kind of gives us license to spread out, and unfortunately, then the whole place looks like a cyclone hit it.
I finished more placemats......in shades of yellow, pale greens, and whites.
I love weaving placemats. They just make me feel good.
I am glad I am so easy to please.
Roy is like me sometimes. He is easy to please, too.
Sunshine and a walk.
Doesn't get any easier.