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)
This was a good day. (mother stuff, 365 Day 125 Photo) Took a 365 of some things I inherited from my mother: this sweater, a macrame bag she made (yes,…
It’s not really my b-day, but you would think so if you saw me open up my new dslr camera yesterday. You would also have thought I was four. (365…
Forgive me, this will be a scattered, grocery list sort of post with too many links. Oh, well. I can scratch another resolution off of the list- well, almost. This…
I feel on the brink of something. I realize I’m saying that and then following it with a bunch of pictures of yarn and my cat…again, which begs the…
Don’t you love that point when a color changes? It could be from winter brown to spring green, from green to blooming, or from the stem to the end of…
When I was in school there were two parties: Christmas and Valentine’s Day. We got candy canes and a homemade envelope full of little paper hearts with Elmer’s glue running…