There will be no picture on this blog because there has been no significant progress made on any needlework since the last posting.
Instead of needlework, I spent a good chunk of the week-end digging in one corner of our junk . . . uh . . . storage room. It was originally going to be my sewing room but then it turned into a room where everything we didn't know what else to do with was put. My dead sewing machine is still on the other side of the room and getting to it has turned into a full-on obstacle course. As I am large and lovely and no longer capable of hippity-hopping over impediments, something had to be done. So I started at the corner closest to the door and I am happy to say that the back of my car is currently full of items that will be donated this week.
I have barely made a dent.
We have lived here for 20 years and, from the looks of things, we have never disposed of anything in all those 20 years. As we have been talking about downsizing--or at least moving to something on one floor since neither of us has knees that need to go up and down stairs--it is time to spend some time determining if these treasures we've held onto are really treasures.
I just hope it doesn't take me 20 years to do it.