Her hands are her craft, her babes are her art
A year and a year and a year more she stays
A rock, a cold rock, in her heart. Continue reading →
What was I putting off? The very thing I had been so anxiously looking forward to. Cracking the seal on the printed copy of my NaNoWriMo first draft. What was up with that? Continue reading →
Five seams to go to have the first half sewn together. Poor Marge had to listen to my kvetching about the changed deadline vs the quilt I wanted to make vs the one I had time for. It’s not that … Continue reading →
Finally made it into the sewing room tonight, but frankly despite trying to distract myself with favorite playlists, I was missing my story and the characters. Got four columns sewn together. Nineteen more to go. And then the rows.
Today’s blog over on NaNoWriMo is worth the price of admission. (yeah I know you thought I’d stop talking about them now, but in fact I spent a spit of time today coming up with a soft ending to my … Continue reading →
Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change.
