“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 cannot be the only knitter to crave big needles and bulky yarn after so many finely knit sweaters. They were the tools I learned on and any time…
Found a great site that turns my photos into tilt shift miniature style photos. So I tried it out on a few pics.
Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the Little Bobbins Knits podcast? I think so. Dani has a quiet, friendly way about her that feels like I’m having coffee and…
The heat in Southeast Texas has taken an ugly turn this week. I know I sound like old people saying it, but I have never felt a summer this hot….
This is blogging cliff notes. I’ll hit the high points: Coming home from camping I took this at a stoplight. I just couldn’t get over the color of the sky. …
Went to the antique stores last Friday and though I found an Amish Butterprint dish for $7, though most pieces were about $20. They had an old brownie for $20,…
