…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.”
That Time of Year, 365 day 24 photo Late Shows, 365 day 26 365 day 30 School Pickup, 365 day 31 Stars in a Sleeve, 365 day 33
Oops. I hope you all had a great Christmas. I’m going to get right to the point: I have conflicted feelings about Christmas. As far as celebrating Christ’s birth, I…
This is pretty much just a photo unload: (day 40) (day 48)
Since I’ve been waxing lyrical about podcasters I enjoy, I must mention one of my favorites- Libby of Truly Myrtle. This is her pattern, Settler Shawl, that I’m working on…
I’m a little hesitant to show this very purple hat because, honestly, I think the garish colors mess up an otherwise lovely hat pattern. But it’s Mid-County Madness week and…
This story ends with an incredible, tufted, velvet mid-century styled sofa. However, it begins with a giant Ikea scratching post. Remember when I decided, on a whim, to buy an…