…In Between I Drink…
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
If you can’t tell, I’ve been putting off taking proper photos of finished knits. I have a sweater, four hats, a shawl, and a cowl finished and just waiting for…
It would have been easy to skip ahead on the Nachtfalter Knitalong with it’s baby cable rib bottom. Even though it’s tough on my wrists I found myself thinking, “Just…
I’ve kind of been avoiding sifting through my thousands of tree pictures from our road trip, so here’s the Clapotis scarf by Kate Gilbert that I made while driving. Since…
These are just more 365’s. (Koi on My Shoulder, 365 Day 240) My son did the origami, there. (Wampum Bling, 365 Day 241)Wampum beads at Friday night football games: my…
I’m a fairly moderate person. I don’t usually overindulge in anything. Except for chocolate cakes when I was pregnant and that week in which my husband had time off and…