This started out being a post about a great idea, some very appealing art, and a lovely gift that my mother would have loved. But the more I read about Janice MacLeod, the more interested I became in her story. Continue reading
This started out being a post about a great idea, some very appealing art, and a lovely gift that my mother would have loved. But the more I read about Janice MacLeod, the more interested I became in her story. Continue reading →