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.
My hometown could easily be Dillon, Texas of Friday Night Lights. (Click here and here for a bit of my hometown insanity.) Instead of Alamo Freeze, we’ve got the Dairy…
said in my knitting “Wrath of Kahn” voice. This time it’s Wrath of WIPs. Anyway, I have finished all Christmas knitting and am now back to all of…
I’ll be honest. I just needed a break from making tiny loops with tiny little sticks. No fingering weight, no sport, NO lace. I’ve had these skeins of Araucania Liwen…
365 day 56 photo I’m weary of Winter and Spring has just been toying with us, pretending to almost arrive, then withdrawing again. I need Summer.
It seems that lately every time I try to take a photograph, every time, it has been rainy and gloomy outside. I ran out a few times as the rain…
