Or more aptly title how I broke my yarn diet and became a bit of a wool pig.
The past weekend here in the PNW had a little bit of everything I think. 985 more words
Mr. Ink and I spent this weekend at a biking/camping/music festival. Quite frankly, the two of us have been so entirely focused on the yard that the summer slipped by, and we ended up looking around and wondering where it went, and why we hadn’t been out having fun. 749 more words