I have finally clawed my way back from the cold of the century. The last time I had a cold this bad, it morphed into pneumonia, so I was extra careful this time. Once it was determined I didn't have Covid, I was told to rest and get plenty of fluids.
So I took naps and drank lots of OJ and slurped up chicken noodle soup and did almost nothing else. I finally did get dressed, mainly because I was out of clean nighties. That was exhausting. Actually, the worst of it was getting a bra on: the girls had become accustomed to roaming free and didn't appreciate being corralled again.
Anyway, enough of that nonsense. I didn't pick up a needle until a day or so ago, and the Hummingbird in Silk and Gold appeared on the stand. I have started adding the tiniest of gold pearl purls around the wings. It is taking a lot longer than I hoped, but I am being very, very careful.
I have a couple of other goldwork projects I want to work on, but I'd like to get this one finished first. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll spend a little time with all three, or go off on a completely different tangent. I am setting no goals and meeting no challenges this year.
Other than avoiding another cold.
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