“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
I feel kind of guilty. I have two rolls of 120 film from my Diana that I’ve never had developed. It’s one of the coolest things I ever got as…
I joined happy purple tuesday a few weeks ago, but had yet to contribute so I took these. (I like how washed out it looks.) (on my Flickr) Then,…
On Ravelry I call it Gaming Hat, but it felt a bit like a shaming hat. I haven’t really knit that much for my son. Maybe two hats and a…
“For now we see as in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.” -1…
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…
I thought doing a sweater pattern twice would be a little tedious, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how easy this has been. (one sleeve) The first Lady Bat was…
