…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 all want to be on a team somewhere deep down. It’s why Facebook gets so ugly around election time, and how WWII army buddies can get together and pick up…
They adorn kitchen windowsills across the country. My favorite summer decoration. (homegrown tomatoes, day 137)
This is my written ode to the trees that keep me sane. How I have missed you! Come to mama. I need to be out of doors. Truly. It was…
I want to dedicate this sweater to my dog, Spotacus, for his constant companionship as I knit and his constant contribution to the amount of animal fiber included in this…
Thanks to everyone who chimed in about how to tackle all my works-in-progress! I have a plan now.I’ve already cleared my work space by blocking 3 knits yesterday. Thanks to…