Hallway Makeover: Side Projects
Back for the first post of the year, my creative juice run out after my Xmas writing streak, but also the first few days of the new year were spent in the
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 12 – Happy New Year
It’s a wrap, folks! I managed 12 posts, some of them were harder than other as inspiration has been low, but I’ve managed, as I managed to get through this year. I
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 11 – The End is Nigh
As we are nearing the end of this year and of this writing streak, I have been setting up my Hobonichi for the new year. This is going to be the 4th
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 10 – Finished and Unfinished
Starting new craft projects is easy, finishing is a totally different matter, so I started tracking projects in my bujo, and every year, I move over the uncompleted ones. So, today, let’s
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 9 – An Old Beginning
Today I start the second part of my holiday: the one where I am meant to do a lot of things around the house, but I’ll end up binge-watching Criminal Minds and
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 8 – Fashion Monday
Yesterday was Boxing Day, and my inbox was filled by sales emails. Tina from a few years ago thought it was a pity not being able to take advantage of the sales;
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 7 – Crafts of Christmas Future
A few days ago, I went back in time, today let’s step forward and look into all the new crafts I’ve been eying but I refrained to dive into as my favourite
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 6 – Christmas Day
I had a couple of ideas for the Christmas Day post, neither seemed very suitable as I sat down to write: one about my Hobonichi, the other how much I don’t like
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 5 – Christmas Eve
Some memories appears as a sensation, as a feeling, while an image form in my mind, it’s like to be briefly back then. December has always had a specific smell and often
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Twelve Days of Christmas – Day 4 – A Craft from the Past
Visiting your parents’ house, sleeping in your younger self’s room, it’s a trip down memory lane. Sometimes I would open drawers and find forgotten objects and journals, not always linked to pleasant