The fried turkey was delicious. So was the stuffing.
Bonus, No one singed an eyebrow or burned the house down.
The blanket never left the state of Michigan let alone into the hands of my brother and SIL. I have considered mailing it, but figure it would be tempting fate. Clearly, this blanket is not meant to […]

I am in charge of the stuffing for tomorrow’s feast. I will be making a pumpkin sausage concoction. Yummmmmm! So, the pumpkins have been picked and are ready for the ride to my brother’s house.
I wish everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving

Since casting off the alphabet blanket, the creative flood gates have opened. In my effort to finish by the second mother threatening self-imposed deadline, I have ignored the voices in my head. Don’t pretend you don’t hear voices, too. They are usually disguised as the alpaca laceweight, corriedale roving, or worsted tweed in the back […]

It isn’t until one has to photograph a pale beige blanket, that one discovers that one lives in a pale beige house, with pale beige carpet, pale beige couches, pale beige bed quilts and - for a little variety - a bright white bedspread.
Thus, my electric piano will have to do as a posing table […]

Tomorrow my blog is one year old. Yes, a whole year has passed since I wrote my first post.
As I reflect on the past twelve months, there is only one thing that comes to mind. It isn’t the finished objects (surprisingly few). It isn’t the new techniques and gained knowledge (too many to count). It […]

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I knew that my scarf was due to arrive any day now. Corrie had emailed me to let me know. I have spent most everyday rushing to the mail box as soon as he had driven past.
Yesterday I did a dance all the way from my mailbox to my front door. It was here!
I bet […]