“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
Our marriage is 21, that is. We celebrated it quietly by almost forgetting and remodeling our tiny kitchen. It will now be a nicer looking, tiny kitchen. But a…
I made a Grinchy kind of commitment this year. No hand knit Christmas gifts unless they happen to get finished in time for Christmas Day. Things have been a little…
I had to make sure this Christmas present was working, in case it has to be returned. Hee hee. Why, I’ve chosen to step back to film when there is…
There are lots of reasons I don’t usually photograph recipes I’ve tried. For one, thing, I’m not really food driven. That’s what my sister says about my lab, but it’s…
This may not appear to be much progress on my Tops, Tanks, and Tees Knitalong but I’m pleased that I’m finished with most of one sleeve. It’s an…
“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…
