…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 is a pattern swatch for another knit along I’m starting today, lots of linkage, and other free floating thoughts. Feel free to ignore this post, altogether. I’ve decided to…
A few more images from Bryce Canyon more on Utah My Flickr
He grew up in a poor family of 11 on what was literally the wrong side of the tracks- the country side. The country kids swam in the city’s reservoir…
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 buckled down and focused for a few evenings to get through the front panels on my Eastwood. The tv was off, my book languished, and I mostly worked…
This is a little piece of Three Rivers, CA, where we stayed on vacation. I found both the yarn and the “Morning Surf” pattern in a little yarn shop close…