“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
Here’s the rest of my Instagram Cliff Notes of our trip. Last year I did this and then never posted any “real” photos from Tennessee. We’ll see what happens this…
The other day my husband and I found ourselves childless, they were with friends, so we took advantage of the chance to go on an evening ride through Old Town…
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…
Here’s a few summer instagrams from a trip to Houston. The Alva Graphics building is where the Graffalot show and demo is held. It’s this ever changing canvas for graffiti artists. (instagram…
Here are some people I love… relaxing in the “Dog House”: day 296 collapsing after school: waiting for a job: day 331 practicing: day 336 just waiting: day 316…
There’s another Great Northern Knit-along happening on Ravelry and Instagram. This time we’re either knitting Lonely Souls, Filled with Secrets, Starts with a J, or Lynch Pin. I chose Lonely…
