Sweetums was nice enough to clear a path for the cats.
I’m not a fan of winter. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for ice and snow. And cold. My hundred and forty year old knees make it very hard to get around. Other than the supermarket, I haven’t gone anywhere. Not even a doggie walk. It’s the only disadvantage to living on a little tree-lined road.
Even my sewing has suffered. Here’s something I could have made when I was eight. Maybe I did make something like this. It’s been over sixty years since I first learned to sew. I can’t remember everything. I do remember Nannie drawing flowers on a handkerchief and showing me how to embroider them. It was before I learned to read and write. I had the BEST grandmother.
My knitting is suffering also. These are all no-brainers.
A hat for my big headed son.
Slippers for my daughter. Currently, I am making cat pods. Then I’ll throw them all in the washer to felt. Whoopee.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 