In which I whine about winter.
Baby It’s Cold Outside

In which I whine about winter.
Dear Monday, Once a week is way too often. ∫0
In which I extoll the virtues of Luminette SAD glasses for winter depression
In which I proudly show off the rest of granny squares for the month of January.
In which I contemplate crocheted mandalas and life lessons.
Happy New Year everyone! I realize I haven’t been good about posting my own writing for the last few weeks. I’m sorry for that, but I hope that at least everyone has enjoyed the poetry and other reblogs I have shared with you and that you have had a chance to discover someone new to…
Folks work with crochet hooks, knitting needles, material and thread, and everything a person would think of when weaving with yarn. Sometimes we weave items for friends, for presents, for sale, or just to satisfy ourselves with a peaceful hobby. The project may exist as one large piece or may be many small pieces that…
Sometimes writers believe that adding a touch of their natural speak helps the reader feel more comfortable with their words. I believe this to be true to a point. If you read Stephen King, you can almost hear that New England accent from many of the actors in his movies. If you read Charlaine Harris,…