“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 did something today that I consider a very desperate, and slightly tacky, move. I tied scraps, lots and lots of little yarn scraps and clipped yarn ends, together to…
I wasn’t in too big a rush when buying The Idler Wheel… album. I learned from my mistake of buying the Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros‘ album Here as a download. I was in…
Oh yeah, we’ve got it.
When I joined a 365 photo pool, I thought it would just be a fun little outlet. I had no idea how time consuming and frustrating taking a photo of…
Lately I’ve been a real homebody. I’m not alone. My old guy, here, only wants to go out in the cold when he has to. This means we will be…
I had a “Little House” experience recently. Remember that big garden that I’ve wanted since I started blogging? The one my husband was never too excited about? Well, with the…
