capturing some insanity
Remember that garage sale haul I mentioned before? Last night at knitting, I was regaling everyone with my awesome tote bag find, and then I mentioned the five plastic canvas pattern books that came in the tote bag's matching suitcase. Who, I ask, has five freaking plastic canvas pattern books? GAG! Here's a picture of them:
Reminds me of this monstrous tissue box holder that I was gifted while living in Reading... it was very Golden Girls, but not in a good way. There are Noah's Ark coasters in one of the books, which amuse me to no end.
And now for some earrings I made and sent to Cara as part of a small goodbye package I sent last week. She's going to Italy for a year, and I'm jealous.
Ina Garten is making a yummy-looking chocolate angel food cake and my hands smell like garlic. It's gonna be a good evening.
Reminds me of this monstrous tissue box holder that I was gifted while living in Reading... it was very Golden Girls, but not in a good way. There are Noah's Ark coasters in one of the books, which amuse me to no end.
And now for some earrings I made and sent to Cara as part of a small goodbye package I sent last week. She's going to Italy for a year, and I'm jealous.
Ina Garten is making a yummy-looking chocolate angel food cake and my hands smell like garlic. It's gonna be a good evening.