…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.”
I’m back from an East Texas Pineywood campout and my memory card is full of pretty. If our packing and planning lack focus (and they do; we literally throw things…
This is a pattern swatch for another knit along I’m starting today, lots of linkage, and other free floating thoughts. Feel free to ignore this post, altogether. I’ve decided to…
(365 Day 149 Photo) Okay, today I let go. I gave up on sewing new curtains/chair cushions for the camper before we leave-no, ever. I don’t have time to hand…
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…
It doesn’t matter how we stagger our device purchases, they all seem to become outmoded for our needs at the exact same time, every one developing issues that can’t be…
Agnes could have been knit entirely while my last sweater was blocking. So I’ll be squeezing in one more sweater for the Summer Sweater Knitalong. As you can see, I…