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Making Stuff; or, I like to crochet…

My pop once said I was like an 80-year-old woman. At the time, I didn't know what to think about his statement. As I have grown older, I have come to love his identification. I have always liked the old ways of doing things. My southern roots run deep. I like to think he meant… Continue reading Making Stuff; or, I like to crochet…