…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.”
Remember me writing about the Schwinn Collegiate bicycles I got for myself and my daughter here and here? How I was going to try to learn how to tune up a…
This has been a long time coming. Ravello, gifted to me by Isabell Kraemer (Thank you, Isabell!), is the perfect lightweight, weekend sweater. Let me prove it: it has stripes, is lightweight,…
I was tired and too uninspired to take a photo the other evening, so my daughter suggested my medicine cabinet. (The Vicks will be with you always…, day 115) I…
(365 day 5 photo) Maybe I’m overusing this application- taking the easy way out of perfect composition, soft focus, and dreamy tint. Maybe I’m too cheap to waste my birthday…
You know, like Purple Tuesdays… only not. There is just way too much purple on my memory card these days. It’s all due to my daughter attending a high school…
The daily prompts in the Yarn Love Challenge have taken me back through my knitting history- from those days when I knew no crafters but said I wanted to learn…