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As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip (My First Sewing Memory)

As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip (My First Sewing Memory) published on 2 Comments on As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip (My First Sewing Memory)

Agony-Needle-and-StringMom possessed a lot of really good, practical knowledge which she began passing down to my sister and me as soon as she felt we were old enough to understand what we were doing. One of the many skills she taught us was how to sew.Continue reading As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip (My First Sewing Memory)

When Friends Disagree

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UnionJackI have this really great friend.  Her name is Andrea.  When we were first getting to know one another, we quickly discovered our mutual affinity for all (or at least I thought) things English:  The BBC, tea and biscuits, the various delightful accents.Continue reading When Friends Disagree

Girl Scout Cookie Ambush

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photo-1We’re half-way through March.  All week long, I have enjoyed blue skies, bright sunshine, and just when I start to think it’s getting a bit warm, a cool breeze flutters past to remind me that while months of hot, nasty, sticky weather may be just around the corner, it’s not here quite yet.Continue reading Girl Scout Cookie Ambush

The Patience Of A Saint

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Saint AnneI was not an easy child to raise.  I’ll admit that. Thanks to my paternal DNA (That’s you, Dad.), I was born with a mean stubborn streak.  I wasn’t a bad child, really.  I was mainly just really frustrating at times.  For example, I was very particular about what I did and did not like, and I made no bones about making my preferences known.Continue reading The Patience Of A Saint

Mom: Mafia Thug?

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Butter KnifeWith a title like this, I should add some context, and fast!  First of all, let me state categorically that my mother does not, nor ever did (to my knowledge – because one can never know for sure, right?) associate with the Mafia.Continue reading Mom: Mafia Thug?

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