Now that a dusting of snow has settled upon us like a wintry blanket, and holiday memories fade into the background, the time has come to think of new beginnings. Of course some… Read More
Reblogged from artful intuition: Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent… Read More
Furnishing dollhouses was a hobby my daughter and I shared as she was growing up. The first dollhouse was a gift for her which my husband assembled from a kit. We painstakingly finished it off with paint, wallpaper, roofing… Read More
a trip back in time…to childhood playthings…hugmamma.
some like their feet in the air…i like mine where they are…on earth…hugmamma.
My husband’s advice to my blogging addiction is “allocate time and reward myself with blogging.” He, saint that he is, cares not a fig that I haven’t cleaned the bathrooms yet, or pulled out… Read More