It's spring! (well, almost.)
Where will you find us?
The warm weather beckons.
Lets craft in the sunshine.
I pull the craft table outside under the pear trees and let our imaginations run free.
Not paper, but:
I love that boys can be comfortable with their masculinity so much that a little pink doesn't throw 'em.
It's all in the name of:
I think my eldest was :
Same matching glasses, same familiar smirk....
Rocks will knock your socks off.