July has flown by • swooning in a hot river • Whatever. August. Continue reading →
This is what’s left of the last bobbin, number 17. Woot! Time for some dinner and celebration! Continue reading →
starting again. Continue reading →
Number seventeen may or may not be the last bobbin but it may be. Continue reading →
That’s it, I’m taking my second muggacoffee and going off to quilt. I’m going to listen to something and not get tied up in Olympics or the Interwebs for awhile I hope. I’m going to let the thread flow, so to speak. Continue reading →
Know and believe in yourself, and what others think won’t disturb you.
