They can no longer be contained upstairs. They are restless. They want to invade our downstairs. Our very adult downstairs. Our very un-child-proofed downstairs. More projects but none of them are on needles. Here is hubby’s project:
and here is mine:
Circa 1962. This was originally a chest that held boots and shoes of my two older [...]
Once my ginormous bandage was removed and I observed that yes indeed my thumb was reattached, I was able to place a smaller bandage on and finish this:
check out the water dribble coming out, artsy, non?
Scrappy is our wild child but we have learned that just like Otis was as a tot, if he has [...]
This is not what I had planned on the first day of my long holiday vacation weekend….
One tip of thumb hanging, one tetnus shot and 4 stitches later, I learn that rotary cutters really ARE sharp. Ironically this one warned me of the dangers of the Rotary Cutter and was subsequently my nurse at Urgent Care – [...]
We went to Grand Haven on Saturday sans children and were squatters at my brother’s new digs. We promptly shuffled to the beach and passed out. It was cold. We didn’t care. By the time we woke up it was hot and sunny and the seagulls (known as ghetto chickens in these parts) had nested [...]
