He came into our lives as a tawny bundle full of p___ and vinegar. He left our lives peacefully, without a whimper. Austin was always like the pesky little brother, who had his nose where no one wanted it and… Read more
General
for the knitters
I think I was meant to be a knitter. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been strongly attracted to yarn, yarn shops, and I’ve even been known to buy yarn — before I ever learned to knit. True… Read more