camping out...

camping out…

The rain was still falling, and the cabin fever was starting to set in. The toyroom thoroughly destroyed , and two small boys were in…

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G7

G7

Dear Jane, The final stitch fell into place, and the small child hovering at my elbow jumped excitedly. “Mummy, mummy, you’ve finished! Your Dear Jane…

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The pile grows.

The pile grows.

With the floor clear, and the desk empty, it seemed only fitting I spend a bit of time messing things up again. Those quilts I’d…

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