("Merrily . . ." & "She was late to her own party" in the shop.) Things roll along slowly. . . a nice long weekend of baseball, stitching and writing. Reviewing the words worked on for a submission about stitching, noticing that the editor said she wanted to get to know us through th...

I will spend tomorrow, the first day of fifty-three, stitching, spinning, reading the new issue of Taproot, maybe watch a movie, and then eat pasta and chantilly cake with my guys, and, hopefully, take a bath in a tub that, hopefully, someone has scrubbed for me. And, sometime in t...

Day three of this aching, fevering, coughing bug. Twinkle has kept vigil all the while. Today I sat up. And stitched a few thread beads. Woot. As my mom would say, I feel like "death warmed over." London in five days. It's going to be a scramble at this rate. I'll worry abou...