These are the miracles that bring a man back on his feet, the opportunities that can only be seen by visionaries.
Some time ago I decided I wasn't happy with my dolls having plain plastic dots for eyes. I tried painting onto the safety eyes, but the paint peeled off too easily. The problem with crochet eyes is that the stitches don't line up squarely as they do in knitting, so counting stitches doesn't work either.
My voice is slowly returning, but coughing like crazy. When it comes to growing things I am utterly useless. I can kill a plant quicker than any weedkiller without even trying so gardening isn't my thing. My garden is just a square of grass that gets cut by the council. I could plant something, but… Continue reading Bluebells (I think)