Take one huge stack of scrap paper: Combined with an adorable girl who refuses to use "yucky" paper. Figure out that she will use ...

An Ode to clutter How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways . . . . You are merciless, relentless, in your desire to stay. You’ve taken ov...

I know I've said it before: I really love to blog hop. And craft. I've been so busy crocheting (only one more blanket left!), that I...

You know, I sing that song a lot. A REAL lot. Like almost every time I go to any store other than the grocery or gas station. Even the dolla...

For the last two days in our neck of the woods, it's rained. And I mean RAINED. It didn't stop for a full 36 hours, just went from l...

I may have mentioned before, I really like to do crafts. My problem is I have very little natural talent, and even less inspiration. But I...

There are days I want to go back to school. I miss the learning, the feeling of knowledge, the moments on tests when you suddenly remember t...