…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.”
This is another favorite craft for kids to do. My grandmother made this one while volunteering at the mission center in her hometown. This ornament is probably as old as…
I started knitting in my late twenties and hadn’t been at it long when I was introduced to seamless knitting. There was that Twinkle book and Stefanie Japel, and I became…
Sentimentality clutters. I know because at least once a year I have to force myself to winnow through stacks of books, papers, and future projects so that my husband can’t…
Just a visual update on Cafe Au Lait and my Cedar Glen Mitts. I think both will be done in a couple of days. (ravelry, kollabora, flickr, instagram) I…
It isn’t often that you hear someone say, “I need Isaiah!” As in the prophet, the book in the Old Testament. As in “Woe to you…” (365 Day 257) Today…
This is one of the last flowers I’ll have in the yard until next Spring. (365 Day 306) These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised…