I refuse to say that my house is a disaster; it’s “lived in”. With four children, Brian and myself stuffed into a three bedroom cape cod, how could it be anything other than that? Even still my way of dealing with messes falls into one of three categories: Clean it (meaning put it away, fold…
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A Handmade Holiday
The past two weeks have been a little like a slow painful death; one minute I feel fine and the next I’m crashed out with my glasses on, my knitting in my lap, and the lights on… just about every night. I know Peanut and Shorty have shared their colds with me and I really,…
Drawing a Blank
Last night I was telling Bug a bit of his history, or alternately titled “How your mom and dad started dating”. For the record, the teenager asked ME. While we were looking through old letters and pictures though, I found a few of my journals and I noticed that every one of them (dating all the way…