About six years ago, I undertook my first big sewing endeavor. It was a quilt for Jared. Maybe it was my lack of skills or my 19-year-old impatience, but I hated every minute of it. Seriously, I think I complained the whole way through. A grand seamstress I was not. But times change, and fortunately…
Steeped in nostalgia: The baby shelf conundrum
I can vividly remember a trip my mom and I took to a local antique shop some time during my sophomore or junior year of college. As we browsed through the narrow aisles and dusty shelves, stacked bottom to top with dishes, books and decades-old knick-knacks that always seem to find their way to this…