Hangers On
These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
This time we went all the way there. If it weren’t for giant sequoia trees, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to see California. For some reason it always brought Hollywood…
For some reason I haven’t wanted to tackle sewing up the sides of the Scallop clutch lining while the little people are home from school. The little people are teenagers…
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…
When I began recording passing thoughts on a blog it was a solitary, anonymous act. I didn’t think anyone but internet weirdos would find me and was very surprised when…
But I liked it.
We usually just go out to eat for Valentine’s Day, buy some chocolates for ourselves and our kids, and eat too much of everything. I hadn’t thought of doing anything…