…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.”
This modified Unicorn Stripes (by Antonia Shankland) scarf was a form of therapy. Who cares that it’s super long and repetitive? It uses lots of stash yarns, some of which…
My daughter and I took a little day trip to Galveston as, sort of, an in-case-you-move-soon thing. I didn’t want the summer to get away from us and miss an…
I have been, even if my week’s practice all takes place in two evenings or one marathon session of once popular tunes. (365 Day 305) Right now the challenge is…
So, I’m past the thumbs on my Linden mittens, which is like the last lap, I think. There’s a nice little stretch of mindless hand to knit before decreases. It…
This is it. The Corona Camisol. It’s meant to be loose fitted, but I think the model in the picture is pinning all the loose swaths of stockinette back with…