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Hazel Agnes

Is it weird that my first real post is dedicated to a furry feline friend of mine? I hope so.   Because weird is simply what I end up being, no matter how much I fight it. This is Hazy.   She’s a rescue cat.   We got her because my husband simply refused to have a cat, claiming he was allergic, and there was NO WAY that we could have an indoor pet.   After a lot of persuading and pleading, he agreed to be a foster parent with me for the Humane Society.   Essentially, we would foster an animal for two weeks during a quarantine period, then the pet would be able to live in the Humane Society adoption center. Well…. Hazy was the first pet we fostered.   The husband simply couldn’t give her up.   Can you blame him? The day that we were scheduled to bring her into the center, my husband reached over to the chair where Hazy was laying, and said softly “maybe we could keep this one.”   And that was it.   Hazy has become a true member of the family, and now we can’t imagin

an obligatory introduction

Ah, welcome to this little nook of the net.   My name is Lauren, and I suppose I should start with the obligatory introduction post.   I hope to use this blog for talking about crafty things.   While I do enjoy the dreaming and inventing, I also love to talk about the talented folks I am lucky enough to know or stumble upon who are truly artists in their craft.   I hope they don’t mind that I talk about their work!   I am so very thankful to have found the beauty and fulfillment in making the little ditties that I do.   I enjoy wire weaving, crocheting, knitting, sewing, and learning all about the various crafts that make life a vivid, beautiful journey.   So, how did this gal get started?   Well, I suppose the crafting bug began a ways back with my fiery, stubborn Nana.   As far back as I can remember, she has crocheted the most amazing things for my family.   One year she made me a beautiful pink crocheted blanket, just the perfect size for my 6 year old self.   Another year it wa