Welcome to the inside of my head
When I left the house I grew up in, I took very little with me. And the vast majority of what I took has either been discarded, or was lost in a storage unit I could no longer pay for. What remained was two pieces of furniture, and one cookbook. I thought the cookbook was… Continue reading The story of a cookbook
Or, How I Spent My Tuesday Night So, Shoryl was working on her stamp collection on Tuesday, but I was feeling a little out of sorts. She suggested I try the quilling kit I picked up on a whim. (Influenced heavily by the gorgeous quilled jewelry I picked up in Kansas, I'm sure.) I found… Continue reading Because I Needed Another Hobby
A Twist of Metaphor 