Hooded Cowls for Babies

In all the holiday hustle and bustle, I forgot to post these photos. They’re a bit big on them, but I expected that because they were preemies. Precious.


Christmas Post!

First of all, I’m going to share this photo because I LOVE it, even though I look awful, haha. I think it sums up our Christmas, which was amazing and filled with love.

xmasfamilyThere’s nothing more important than family, and I’m so lucky that because my brother met this awesome girl and married her, we now have more amazing people in our lives. Even though there was a sad undercurrent, we were just at Evelyn’s funeral last week, we knew she was there in spirit watching her family become our family, and she was happy.

Ok, photos. I was so happy everyone loved what I made them. It fills me such warmth when I make something or a family member and they love it. It’s different from just making and selling something to a stranger, you know? And a bunch of other photos from our Xmas thrown in there.

Rest in Peace, Evelyn.


Saturday morning, we were all set attend to my brother and sister-in-law’s graduation. Instead we got a call saying my sister-in-law’s mother had died. What started as a dizzy spell and a fall 4 months ago led to pneumonia, MRSA, septic shock, feeding tubes, ventilators and a whole slew of other problems. She fought it off for 4 months, but she just couldn’t hold on anymore.

One of the first posts I ever made on this blog was about meeting my sis-in-law’s parents for the first time when they moved here from Miami. They were originally from Cuba. They came to the states in the early 80s. I fell in love with this woman the first time I met her. She LOVED to talk about anything and everything. And I mean ANYTHING. She had a story for every topic imaginable. They moved here from Miami for a fresh start, and because they wanted to be close to Natayla, who of course moved here and married my brother. She was enrolled in business classes that were going to start in January. She and her husband, both amazing cooks, wanted to open a Cuban restaurant.  She was only 50 years old. I can’t believe she’s gone.

I just wanted to make a post here, a little tribute to an amazing woman who I was just getting to know when she died.