It's time for a basic low-key post. After all of the ramblings about raising teenagers and the comments therein, I think I now officially know how to increase my traffic--talk about teenagers! Everyone has (good) opinions. They are worth reading. In the meantime, life is back to normal on the ranch.
My butt-kicker has been getting me to work on the quilt again. She's such a tyrant. So, I thought I would try hand stitching. For the record, this is probably going to be my last quilt for a while. I got part of my hand cut by a pin, and the first needle I chose broke on me. And I couldn't find a decent thimble, or any thimble for that matter. So, I started foraging around my craft room, and I found this: A THUMBLE!
It's really the top of a dried out glue stick, and it fits on my thumb just fine. Since I do not plan to quilt for 39 more years, I think this will suffice for a thimble. Oh, and (for Sara) note: the hedgehog was posing for this pictures this morning. Do you like the paatooinngg in the back?
So, one little critter is finished. And that snow swirl thing on the side? yeah. I hand stitched that. really. with my thumble, even.
Meet Harold, the first of 8 great seniori-ctizen -looking snowmen to adorn my wall.
He prefers Freedent. (Oh, you are too young for that, are you?)
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