…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.”
When I talk about this cardigan I always want to put on an affectation of a southern lady’s voice. I am a southern lady, so this is very affected. It…
Brioche got served today. It’s been taunting me for 12 years, lurking in the back corners of my brain since I was a new knitter and tried to knit this…
My little man turned 10 last weekend. Thought I would re-live the baby days with a few photos. All weekend I was remembering the way it felt to hold him…
Anytime I ever played Star Wars with the kids, they’d always make me be C-3PO. I guess I’m good at accents-or maybe gloomy and fussy. I’m a Star Wars purist,…
First up, let me show you my progress on The Continental’s Confetti and Champagna socks (Susan B. Anderson’s Smooth Operator Socks): You can see the white waste yarn where my…
Petrified Forest leg of trip: Old Route 66:On my Flickr