There has been no stitching the last few days.
The washing machine died.
The transmission went kaput. Apparently washing machines have transmissions. Who knew?
So, rather than enjoying my evenings with needle in hand, I've been researching washing machines, and going to look at washing machines, and making arrangements to have the new washing machine delivered and the old one towed away.
The old one was only 20 or so years old. Apparently that is 105 in appliance years. In all that time it has had only three service calls, one of which was this last one when the repairman pronounced it gone.
But I must say, disposing of income on needlework is much more entertaining and enjoyable than spending it on appliances.