…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.”
But I liked it.
A random assortment of things I did in 2014 via my Instagram feed, and in no particular order: I stared at dog paws knitted a lot, duh. visited with grandpas…
Here are a few photos I took of jewelry related things in the last couple of weeks and all the linkage necessary to inspire you to make your own. …
I didn’t want to title this post, using the dreaded nest reference. You know the one. I don’t dread for it’s meaning, just the overused cliched nature. Also, I’m still…
In keeping with my habit of being late, I thought I’d just now post about a concert we went to this summer. When I saw that Edward Sharpe and the…