By Hook, By Hand

The Friday after Thanksgiving.  Creative Black Friday.  On this day I try make something special for someone; today it was apple gingerbr...

The power of the safety pin A quiet statement of caring, to remind you that regardless of what the media reports, innumerable acts of ...

I see the path in front of me Curve, and now it's out of sight. Dusty leaves beneath my feet; The trees play games with shad...

image from pinterest Somehow, it seems appropriate today...sadly, in five years it may. Update 11/11/2016:  I've received severa...

Clockwise from top:  Annie's by Tanja, Lorraine, Joyce, and me :-) How many of us had a Raggedy Ann as a child?  I did; she was the...

The air smells of moist and leaves, And the sun casts long shadows. The wind blows in blue breezes, And summer sighs, and softly ...

I love shoeboxes; I save them all!  Though I haven't actually done anything with them (same with those round oatmeal containers).  So...

Seven years ago, I created a cloth doll pattern I called Prairie Flowers, which is available here on the blog (look down the left sidebar...

I am still in the throws of this delightful little cloth rag doll.  These two are my fourth and fifth dolls from Ann Wood's Tiny Rag ...