…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.”
We’ve been together for eighteen years. I love my husband and the family we began all of those years ago. Eighteen years means we didn’t give up. I’ve…
Years ago, I read an article about recycling thrift store sweaters by Ashley Martineau. I promptly went out and bought a rubbermaid tub full of thrift store sweaters to unravel.Two…
My contribution to Spring Colorours Week 2010. I joined the group late, but enjoyed rummaging through the photos on my computer for half of the color themes.
It’s two months into the new year and though I haven’t changed my blog banner in forever and have yet to use the film scanner and Diana 35mm back, I…
Planting my garden this year was a small act of faith. I didn’t feel like working in it, haven’t felt like it for a couple of years, but so hoped…
It’s a bit early to proclaim a 2016 “The Year of” anything. But it’s time. I feel confident knitting almost anything now. Even when I make a jillion dumb mistakes,…