A few weeks ago, I paid $40 to take my first knitting class--the Fair Isle Hat Class. I attended only one of the two days because by the time I'd finished the first class, I had grasped the concept of Fair Isle knitting and finished the project that...

I am fully aware that I said I wouldn't do any Christmas knitting. It appears I'm a liar. I've been knitting up a storm. I can't show it all to you, but my buddy here has seen it. This was Mr. Mocha Latte looking all non-chalant, just prior to him...

This evening, the sale at Cups of Kindness begins. I've gone over to take a look-see at what various artists have made and donated. I've got my eye on a few things and I'm itching for the virtual doors to open. All money raised benefits the...

When I was just a young thing, locking me in my room because I'd been naughty was like a death sentence; being sequestered was just about the worst thing on earth. I recall the desire to be in the thick of things at all times. Oh! How I long for...

"That's SO Last Year's Coach." I have a relative through marriage who actually makes statements like that. And means it. I may or may not have a Coach bag from several years ago, but I will tell you, I didn't buy it. It was a gift. It's now a gift...