stitch, that is.
If a tremor, or, more likely, a quake, is recorded on the Carolinas border, it is due to my heaving my large and lovely self out of the wing chair and performing a major happy dance. Dearly Beloved is bemused and amused.
So now I have what has to be the longest and most tedious part of the stitching of the Bluebird Needlecase out of the way. If there is anyone out there who has stitched this project and would differ with me, I do NOT want to hear it. Right now, I am reveling in the fact that I have no more nun stitch to do and I can get back to the fun stuff.
Everyday, I'm shufflin' . . .