Turkey Soup

I'm thinking about that turkey carcass that's been in my refrigerator all weekend. The window of opportunity is closing on making broth from it. Our problem in this two person household is storing and consuming the mass quantities of broth that this will produce. We often discard more food items than we consume. So, I'm obsessed with leftovers and reruns. How I like to make the same thing, over and over again. Dog sweaters. Now, vests. Socks. I occasionally look at my blog archives to check that I'm not using the same photo again. I've done it a few times. I put a lot of Piccolo photos up, but I never get tired of looking at that little face, and let's be honest, a certain A-list blogger posts a picture of her cat every day. One thing that I've mentioned a number of times, and never accomplished, is going on a yarn diet. As I contemplate placing another Briar Rose order, and wait eagerly for my hand spun sock yarn from Crown Mountain Farms, who am I kidding? And, why should I deprive myself? I'm employed. I can't buy a house at present, and I'm not depriving any child from higher education. So, why not a little pleasure? If you all out there can stick to a yarn diet, then good for you. I admire you. But it's not for me. I took this shot of Piccolo when I was testing out an additional project for the book, and her "I'm mad with you, Mommy!" look just cracks me up.