The very first day I spent in my craft room (not yet beloved), my husband sat in my big white comfy rocking chair and watched as I made my ...

A dear blogging friend has recently lost her father. She has expressed so eloquently about the process of grief and how after a time, tho...

The sun is streaming through my craft room window here in the Heart of Ohio as I happily spend time creating Christmas tags with wonderf...

If you haven't guessed by now, the dark haired characters that inhabit my craft room are modeled after my brother John. A choir boy...

My pom pom characters in particular have the personalities of beloved real life relatives in my family. This oh so fat Tom Turkey with hi...

My sweetest of friends Vivian, Viv out on a Whim, left me a message on a recent post saying that she was gathering things together in ant...

Aunt Joan is our family's cheek pincher. There is always one per family who at first thought seems to be the one to avoid. Her arri...