tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678428349707499464.post697423015624893230..comments2023-05-23T09:24:17.996-05:00Comments on a place for things: It Usually Happens Like ThisAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01221333206158802734noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678428349707499464.post-30415068465611690602010-01-11T23:10:47.733-06:002010-01-11T23:10:47.733-06:00Ah yes. The handicrafts. . . I know that need to a...Ah yes. The handicrafts. . . I know that need to accomplish, need to finish, need to produce something that won't yell back at you or puke on you all too well. <br /><br />One year I made every Christmas that we gave. Insanity I tell you. <br /><br />And somehow now, with barely the time (or attention span) to knit and finish a washcloth, I long for those days when the sewing machine lived onjanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00233719472692681026noreply@blogger.com