“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
After church we gathered for gumbo at Grandmommy and Papaw’s. As usual, my son ate too much, groans, then slips out of his chair to lay on the floor by…
I’m more than halfway through the body of my Reindeer, which I’m knitting with the Summer Sweater KAL group. I love this cable pattern. It’s all organic and kidney shaped….
I’m unusually proud of this shawl. Maybe because I didn’t play it safe in my color choices. The mix of these colors may be a no big deal to you…
It’s not really my b-day, but you would think so if you saw me open up my new dslr camera yesterday. You would also have thought I was four. (365…
I cannot be the only knitter to crave big needles and bulky yarn after so many finely knit sweaters. They were the tools I learned on and any time…
