Is it really only Wednesday?
Slowly, every so, the pond ice is thinning giving way to the flow of water.
This photo, this setting felt so oddly familiar to me.
There was that one balmy day where the air wasn’t bitter cold and the sun shone down warm.
I made this cardigan with a pattern, sort of.
The face I make when I see the upteenth selfie coupled with writing how happy they are.
You know what makes me happy? When I get a vintage cotton dress for $25 that’s the perfect canvas to try out some cutout whitework embroidery.
I’m going to critique the whole ‘manifest’ thing right now.
Another day, another new week in the pandemic. At this point, the monotony and isolation are getting to us.
I need to wear my mini skirts before…
