We both need to relax. I got tired of looking at it sideways, so I took it back off the wall and hung it right side up with a couple inches to spare. Continue reading →
My brain, the math side, says that two parallel lines can become a rectangle. My brain, the quilt side, says screw this up and there’s no way to add anything back on. No pressure.
Fifty posts a month** is a good target for the year, how about that? I’m throwing down the gauntlet to myself. Continue reading →
Like the fear of needing to lop off enough but not too much.
There are worse things than sitting on the front steps sipping a cappuccino and watching the clouds roll by on February 28th.
You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try.
