I know a lot of folks love animals, adore their pets like they are their children. I’m not one of them. I tolerate animals at best and only on rare occasions enjoy being in the same room as a dog or cat. So, letting my daughter get a pet dog was a huuuuuge deal for […]
It’s a bed. For a tiny dog. Read More »
It’s nice when there are things to be happy about. I got to celebrate my dad’s 63rd birthday with both my parents, my daughter, my sister and her kids. I know an awful lot of people my age who have lost one or both of their parents, so it makes events like these even more
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Many moons ago, Vespa scooters were a big part of my life. They haven’t been for years now, but my fondness for them continues. I found this amazingly awesome scooter fabric (from Michael Miller Fabrics) at Bolt, combined it with some stash grey twill and a little red embroidery floss, and Oh, Fransson’s Margaret bag
Except the fact that I can’t seem to keep it the same width (or anything even close), I think it’s coming along quite nicely. Still working on a solution for the width issue: mark lengths on base strip or try doing an oval instead. Pic by Xilia Faye Photography at Destination DIY’s monthly craft night.
So it’s been what, five years since I went gluten-free? I have to alway compare it when we returned from Vietnam, so I guess it is more like 4 1/2 years. A while. There aren’t many times when I really feel like This sucks! except when I can smell fresh, homemade bread. And then I
Gluten Free Bread, attempt #8432. Read More »
It’s been a six-year hunt for black boots I could love. I’d actually been hunting for a pair when I stumbled onto the brown Born boots that i wear so often during a trip to Boston. Since then, I have hunted and hunted. On Tuesday, I found them. Let the angels sing.
I’ve been craving sweets lately and I’m just gonna go ahead and blame hormones. For one thing, I think that it’s actually true about hormonal cravings. And also, I’ve been doing pretty darn good with the non-sweets-eating, even through the holiday season. So there. I think I might indulge with one or all of these:
What do I want? Sweets. When do I want ’em? Now. Read More »
Really it’s articles like this one from the Washington Post that serve to remind me why I find dating as a single mother such a scary proposition: Vitasek [the 47-year-old child molester] often targeted financially struggling single mothers, helping them with material items and showering their sons with gifts and attention, authorities said. Yes, I’ll
