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The passage of my life is measured out in shirts. A blog based on Landscape.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010. Wednesday, April 07, 2010. Saturday, March 13, 2010. This is a hybrid animal. It is a ratbird, which lives above ground.
Friday, August 26, 2016. Why not make reading even MORE fun with this little guy? My boys LOVE the Pigeon books and we love reading together. One day while we were reading, my oldest asked for a stuffed pigeon. It took a bit of working, but I finally came up with one that I was happy with.
This entry was posted on May 4, 2016, in Uncategorized. Skye, Blue and the ocean too. Along with testing patterns, I also received a commission for a blanket and a blue piglet. Turtles, of course! Yeah, I pretty much.
Welcome to my wonderful, yarny world! I wanted to have a place where I can share my passion of stitches and fiber and here is a good place to start! My name is Debbie and I am the owner of Love To Be in Stitches. Love To Be In Stitches.
Crafts, scrapbooking, local, heathy and mostly organic eating, cooking, photography, fun stuff to do as a family, inspiration for everyday living with kids and pets. Wanna Buy COol Scrapbook STufF? Waste Not, Home Make It, Reuse and Recycle. Easy, No Knead Crusty Bread. I am a Flea Market girl living in Arizona. Wife and mom living in and loving rural Tennessee.
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Monday, March 30, 2015. His boom boom tap tap drew me in. But that 808 was banging. And for a moment it all was fine. With the hammering of his percussion. But my heart and soul yearned. No longer would I settle. For rhymes, beats, and no meaning. And found all that I was fiending.