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.
By the looks of these 365’s I live a life of leisure. (365 Day 285) But actually, this is just the crumpled and collapsed version of me at the…
I love this little top. It was what first made me want to subscribe to Holla Knits. So simple in design and technique but with unique, hand knit details that make…
I’ve been wanting to knit this hat for some time. The pattern, by M.K. Carroll, was written with Peace Fleece yarn in mind and I just happened to buy a…
And that’s how we know its spring. There are stains on the knees of my boy’s jeans and little blades littering the floorboard. (365 Day 93 Photo) There’s the smell…
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’ve discovered several personal camping truths- – I need my wide brimmed hiking hat, caps just don’t cut it.-I like bottles over camelbaks.-I’m never spinning in circles around some little…