I'm playing around with PicMonkey tonight.
|I like the soft touches around the edges.|
I found this sweet child's rocker
on a recent excursion.
I threw it in the trunk with my
other pickin's and forgot about it.
|I think it would be great if someone|
did a blog post on photography.
Two weeks later, it felt like Christmas.
Don't you love it when you find something
that you didn't know you had hidden away?
|This made me think of some of the old photos|
that my mama had that didn't develop.
The babies will have to come to Georgia to rock.
The rocker stays.
Quilt squares tug at my heart strings,
but the babies hold the strings to my heart.