A week ago I found myself with a tin full of animals (did you see my post of Hjorton and Crumble?), a heart that fell in love and did not want to let them go, and no gift for my... Continue Reading →
Last Christmas was the first in many years when we sent greeting cards to our friends and family. It was a mixture of the postal service not working properly, me taking an offense at them and generally being too stubborn... Continue Reading →
It is not easy to purchase a gift for a child. This day and age they seem to be into a very specific thing and by the time you learn about it and get it, the craze is already over.... Continue Reading →
It is not easy to purchase a gift for the artist. If they have been in their trade for long, you assume they have everything. If they have just started, you assume they need everything. You break out in a... Continue Reading →
Christmas seems to arrive earlier and earlier each year. The decorated trees, street lights or the agonizing Christmas carols are creeping up as soon as Halloween is over. Although sometimes I feel earlier than that. And I say agonizing, because... Continue Reading →
As I was finishing the little vest for my Tabaki Jackal challenge I kept thinking (and thinking) about the book that inspired it all, Mariam Petrosyan’s The House, in Which… I'm a pretty fast reader, but this one kept me... Continue Reading →
Each year we sort of sit down with Mr. AP before Christmas and decide if we want to be involved in the selection of our Christmas gift or not. Usually both of us prefer to be surprised. This year, however... Continue Reading →
I've read in a couple of blogs how the blogger would refer to her husband as "Mr. XYZ". The first time I say it the exclamation and question marks appeared over my head as if in a cartoon. Until I... Continue Reading →
In the last couple of weeks my contribution on this blog has been sporadic. As I said it once, I'll say it again: it is my friend K's fault! Mariam Petrosyan’s book, The House, in Which… which K gave me... Continue Reading →