I am not sure what has happened to the last week. We had our family get-together so there was a lot of cooking and baking, and we had a major domestic disaster. So I think, actually, that's what happened to the last week.
And it's already December 10. This means that a third of the month has vanished. I feel like there was a big whoosh as it roared by, and I have not a clue as to where I am at the moment.
I haven't been stitching much, that's for sure. I had plans. I should stop making plans.
What I have done is bargello on Jackie's Flame Stitch Pocket. As I said earlier, once you get the first row done, the rest just fit together without much thinking or counting, and that's about what I'm capable of handling at the moment.
I have finished the first complete color retreat, so I know what it's going to look like. And here that is:
I think I'll go finish the last bit of laundry that I've been trying to do since Monday, and then do a few more rows on this. I plan a very early bedtime tonight, so hopefully I'll be back and rarin' to go tomorrow.
OMG, I just realized that today is Mother's 98th birthday! They were planning to have a cake for her in her extended care facility, and promised to send The Saint photos of the event. Actually, last year when they tried to take pictures of her for her 97th birthday, she had a tizzy and covered her face, so I'm not sure what to expect from this year's celebration.
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