I went to bed last night thinking there was something I missed doing.
At 3 a.m., I woke up and realized I forgot to blog yesterday. You'd think after doing it for 28 days, it would be a habit. It was not.
I am going to continue to blog, probably not daily, but more often. When I blog, I stitch for at least a little while every day. Given the size of the stash, I need to stitch every day.
Meanwhile, I got the second hill on Rebecah French filled in with cross stitch and have begun to fill in the flowers:
This may get attention on days other than Sunday. I would like to finish Rebecah this year.
Meanwhile, I haven't forgotten about showing how I do ornaments. I've decided I need to spend a couple of weeks just putting things together, and I'll include ornaments in that mix.
This week, though, is going to be busy. Dearly Beloved has "The Procedure" tomorrow, and I have to sit at the doctor's office the entire time he's there. I tried to think of something I have that I could work on while waiting, but it seems everything I'm currently involved in requires either a lot of equipment, is sizable, or has a lot of moving parts--and the light in waiting rooms tends to be dim or dimmer. I suppose that's supposed to be soothing. I find it irritating, since I can't stitch. So I'm taking a book.
Tomorrow night is our EGA holiday dinner. Depending on how well Dearly Beloved feels, I hope to go. He tends to require pampering. . .
Our family Thanksgiving/December birthdays/Christmas celebration is Saturday, so I will be cooking and doing the final decking of the halls Thursday and Friday. After that, we will be able to sit back and enjoy the season.
All will be calm, all will be bright.