I see threads on my socks. Dirty socks. There is a quilt top finished. I must go buy some batting today so I can quilt it on up and get it in the shop.
Blogging. It’s a strange thing. Nobody knows about this little site yet. Maybe I won’t tell anyone.
It’s still only 6:30 in the morning. Amazingly the children are still sound asleep. That probably has something to do with our late night last night.