I decided to just pick up the pile of stuff on my sewing counter and move it somewhere else. Sounds very responsible of me, doesn’t it?
I had some sewing to do.
There was sewing this weekend and herbed butter for ricotta and chive toast for a shower. I’ve had Johanna promise me she won’t get sick since she’s the last child standing from the flu circulating through our home. She nods her head with a grin. She’d better keep her promise.
I’m learning the unfortunate art of carpooling and the even more unfortunate reality of not going out very often since not having my car for over a week now. I still don’t have it and we’re supposed to be driving down to N.C. this weekend. A very interesting predicament, indeed.
How was your weekend? Tomorrow should be the day…
the sleepy time gal