Colleen’s Never Ending Quest For Perfection…

Good Morning Faithful Readers.

Colleen is square. And by square, I mean … well, square. She likes things to match. To be even. To be in their place and be symetrical. Things need to be logical and make sense. None of this willy nilly slap dash “oh that’ll do” lick and a promise for her. No sir. Therefore, the Bamboo Stitch Scarf, that is our free pattern this month, has been revised a bit (again) to make darn good and sure that the final 4 rows are indeed perfect. That they match the first 4 rows by golly. And tho I make light of Colleen’s need for perfection, really I am in awe of it. The sheer tenacity she displays in her quest is downright inspirational. And of course the end result is very satisfying, as always, with everything Colleen puts her hand to. So feel free to knit away with the comforting assurance that any imperfection has been brought to light and Colleen has diligently worked her magic for us. So…take a look at the pattern again. If you are still in the process of knitting the scarf, consider the new ending. I think you will be much happier with it.

March Newsletter

This month we are featuring A Charity Guide for Knitters by Debbie Macomber.

We, as knitters, crocheters and fiber artists, seem to share a love of those less fortunate than us and this book is a great resource for connecting in meaningful ways to children, to soldiers, to animals and the homeless.                                              

Take a look at it.    Capture the vision.    Enrich your life.     Help others.



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Please send us a picture of your precious one with a short bio

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Copper’s Corner!


March’s Free Pattern

Bamboo Stitch Scarf

click on picture to view pattern



oh   the    sheer    joy    of    spring!

Colleen’s Beautiful Buns…oh my!

You’ve gotta see um to believe um!

Every Saturday at the Full Circle Cafe’, Colleen serves up homemade, from scratch, BIG & BEAUTIFUL CINNAMON ROLLS AND PECAN STICKY BUNS. These are the real deal folks and not some funky version of monkey bread or buy um frozen, bake um off and call it homemade buns.

Colleen’s buns are mixed with fresh ingredients and kneaded by her own gifted hands, sprinkled and rolled, sliced and set to rise every Friday night, rain or shine, not matter what! Saturday before the sun is up, Colleen is back in the kitchen, warming her little oven and baking those big fluffy buns to golden perfection.

Sometimes Colleen makes more on Sunday…often she doesn’t. So don’t dilly dally. Either call ahead to reserve yours on Friday or make a date to be here early Saturday! Time and buns wait for no man.

Tender mouthwatering Cinnamon Roll gently topped with cream cheese icing.

Big and tender Pecan Sticky Buns drip with carmel and loaded with nuts.

“Poop Outside But Not In The House!”

One of our customers shared this story from his journal with Colleen and we share it with you here now…

At the beach 2.27.10

I woke up this morning and went to open the blinds

Crack open the window to hear ocean sounds that sooth my mind.

With my slippers on, I stepped on a log

During the night duty left behind by my dog.

Walking out to the back door to greet a rainy day

That’s when I noticed a terrible fume wafting my way.

I love my little boy but he threw me for a loop

I didn’t notice at first that I had stepped in his poop.

I tracked it around the soft squishy bedroom floor

Yep, I didn’t notice till I was at the back door.

I yelled and I shouted but this to no avail

All Benny could do was wag his wiggly tail.

Poop’s hard to see on a brown shag rug

And Benny just stared with that innocent little mug.

Washing and cleaning while down on my knees

Thats when I saw the signs that he had also peed.

I grabbed all the things to clean up the mess

And became fuming mad and wasn’t at my best.

I followed the trail and finally came to the spot

Where last night he dropped a bomb that musta been warm but not hot.

The odor was so bad, it really just stunk

I thought it was worse than the smell of a skunk.

I lit scented candles and opened all doors of the house

The stench was so bad now it could kill any mouse.

Benny went running when he heard my foul cussing words

He was completely aware Dad had stepped in his turds.

I got carried away with my anger and wrath

When I realized I had spread it over a very long path.

I finished the cleaning but the rug needs shampooed

A wretched start to the day when in the house my dog pooed.

Being sound asleep, I hadn’t heard his call

To tell me he needed out and it wasn’t his fault.

So we let it go and bye gones be gone

I love my little dog and when he’s bad still does no wrong.

Now snuggled together under a blanket as one

Me and my dog and the clean up is done.

~by Randy VanDyk