…In Between I Drink…
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… because I finished my Beatnik sweater and it is pretty cool, though I wasn’t at all the nonconformist the name suggests when knitting it. Yep, I actually stuck with…
Our refrigerator used to be covered with drawings of cats. The last few years it’s been all dragons and knights and such. For now anyway. I’ve had someone’s drawings on…
This last weekend I finally convinced my daughter that shopping re-cycled is the most fun. Adam and I have been doing the Financial Peace thing to lower our cost of…
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…
(365 days 259- 264) These are coming from the week (or two) of migraine. But I don’t think about that when I look at them. It’s funny how a seemingly…
I remember bringing photography books from the college library home to my rented room and spending the afternoon leafing through them. I know that I’m just one of millions who’s…