Running Away from Home

I ran away from home for the week-end.  Baby Girl has a performance she wants me to attend tomorrow, so I took my lunch hour at the end of the day so I could leave work early, braved the interstate, and arrived not too much worse for wear.

Not too much worse for wear?  HA!  It is not even ten o'clock on a Friday night and I am ready to crawl into bed. We didn't even make it through our take-out from the really good Chinese place here--we both almost went facedown into our bowls of soup, so the rest of our dinner is now lunch for tomorrow.

Martha travelled with me but she is hiding out in the tote bag. I think she is quite aware that, should I thread a needle tonight, I will be picking out tomorrow.  Consequently, there are no progress pictures.

Tomorrow, though, I hope to cajole Baby Girl into holding Martha up so I can take a picture of her entirety to this point. Baby Girl and the linen for Martha are about the same length, and I've been asked for an overview. Of Martha, not Baby Girl.