bucket in spring
Today is Bucket’s birthday. She is seven years old. Normally she is an equinox baby, but this year the equinox was yesterday. Maybe that’s why she was so cranky about letting me take birthday
Today is Bucket’s birthday. She is seven years old. Normally she is an equinox baby, but this year the equinox was yesterday. Maybe that’s why she was so cranky about letting me take birthday
fairy trap All you need to catch a fairy is an old birdhouse and some shiny stuff. You know, like glass and glitter, or pieces of colored plastic or metal things that’ll sparkle when
The boy and I are LOST junkies, but you knew this. We have a little bit of a bet going this season, regarding the identity of a certain character’s ex-wife. This is the wager:
mr. buggy bear My little sister has this bear, this really grumpy looking teddy bear that she pushes around in an ancient baby carriage she found at a yard sale. She calls him Mr.
I don’t actually know Kyle Cassidy but I admire his photography and I read his blog and I covet his coffin coffee table. A few weeks back he held a contest on his blog
Things I accomplished in my week of little-to-no internets, an unnumbered list. Finished knitting the huge, boa-esque scarf that I have been working on for ages. Photos forthcoming. Of course, now that it is