This is where I was on Frances Burwell when I hit the wall.
I. Could. Not. Stitch. One. More. Stitch.
And I couldn't stitch a lick on anything else.
So I've been puttering and organizing and rearranging. I imagine I will continue to putter, organize, and rearrange until my stitching mojo returns.
And then I'll be back to the blog as well.