Grandma v. Stroller

I stood in the rain, my frustration mounting. I muttered to myself as horns honked and strangers offered advice. I gave the stroller a hard kick. It was another episode of, Grandma vs. Stroller. When my kids were little there was only one kind of stroller. It had a metal frame and a plastic … Continue reading Grandma v. Stroller →

The Stocking Queen

There are times that I question my intelligence. If I had said yes, I could have saved myself hundreds of hours of work. Hours spend peering through a magnifying glass trying to thread a needle. Hours spent cutting out microscopic pieces of felt, and sewing on tiny little sequins and teeny beads. What the heck … Continue reading The Stocking Queen →