Lazy Bum Sanctuary
That’s the name my son gave those times when we just lay around and read or do nothing together, piled on the couch, our bed, or in hammocks.
(365 Day 139 Photo)
It’s usually a Sunday ritual.
(365 Day 10 Photo)
That’s the name my son gave those times when we just lay around and read or do nothing together, piled on the couch, our bed, or in hammocks.
(365 Day 139 Photo)
It’s usually a Sunday ritual.
(365 Day 10 Photo)
I know, what a cheesy title. And you just thought blogs were the non-dairy way to say, “Dear Diary…” I run. It’s just something I have to do. (sole, 365…
I’m just going to be all over the place with this post. I’ve been laying around, sick with some kind of cold, without a voice, while doing a food/ caffeine…
Really. (day 128) (day 124) (my Flickr) Don’t know why I like those pics of me and “my shadow” so much, but I do. Sometimes we just sit out…
Even with my new self-imposed bedtime, I still managed to finish one thing for both the Selfish Sweater KAL and the Tops, Tanks, and Tees KAL. It’s the Fire Opal…
On paper, I loved it. They looked like perfect little totoros holding umbrellas. After knitting body and sleeves up to the yoke and seeing that the variegated yarn wasn’t working…