Thursday, August 14, 2008

Old City, New Old City

Old Philadelphia.

Tomorrow old city will never be so new.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

This is... A Work in Progress

This is... A Work in Progress.

Embroidery hoops that long to stretch canvas.


Boxes preparing for the big move to Philadelphia.


Thursday, August 7, 2008

Blueberries

Blueberry picking in Paupack, Pennsylvania with the one I love.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Covered



Ironing board cover for my "new-to-me" mini-ironing board.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Color

On route to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Vintage Kitchen

Home ec kitchen at the Deaf school.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Box

Recently, I stumbled upon a quote from a book that really struck me at the time. It still holds meaning for me now, but in a different way. Last summer, while reading it, I was closing some doors in my life/heart that were probably open for too long.
"Its hard to give up a memory. No matter what comes after, its impossible to forget a small moment of happiness, to admit that it was a fluke, and isolated moment in time with no chance- because our lives are not circular or reeling around again."
Best Friends by Martha Moody