…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.”
Forget sweater curses; this sweater is blessed. It’s made with love for the man I love who has tolerated knitting needles left in dangerous places, has payed for yarn I…
We needed a couch, one that could withstand growing people who flop rather than sit and a cat’s occasionally claw honing. I kept going back to this and this; only, I knew this…
Lazy Bones by Leon Redbone on Grooveshark day 343 day 333 I’m looking forward to a little of this after Christmas.
Beautiful never mattered to me. It just wasn’t on my radar. Useful, kind, strong, faithful, disciplined, imaginative, bold, funny- these things were. They were the things I wanted to be….
Maybe you have noticed the jewelry I wear in some of my blog posts. I don’t know, maybe no one reads blogs anymore. But, I’ve had these photos of some…