As predicted, we're having a lovely, quiet Thanksgiving Day. I've had my turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce, left over from Saturday, talked to Baby Girl who is cooking a feast with her housemates today, and pulled the meat sauce out of the freezer for our lasagna dinner tonight.
It isn't the traditional day I grew up with, but it's working out this year. And what's wrong with new traditions?
And I decided what to do with my long holiday. I'm going to work on something (or somethings) different every day.
Up today is a project that I sewed to the scroll bars months ago, then never stuck a needle into.
Here's Ann Almy after a couple of hours:
For someone who doesn't enjoy stitching letters, I seem to be doing a lot of it lately.
Maybe that's another new tradition . . .