Once upon a time, I had a blog. It went to visit its grandmother one day, carrying a basket of cookies. I haven't seen it since.
Here's what I've been up to in the past, say, three months.
Hand-knitted socks for Regis. He loves them.
My charming brother and sister-in-law. Please admire the bustle. We had a blast making it. I'm tempted to make another for myself for everyday wear.
The wreath craze has clearly hit me hard. But admit it: they're darling.
This last is not finished. It will eventually be a coat hanger for the girls, with posts where the birds' feet would be. But I'm awfully proud of those fat little birds.
There's more, of course. But I don't want to make you feel TOO inadequate.