Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

Since some people have inquired, I’m not dead.  But I do feel old.  These twenty-five degree changes can be tough.  Yesterday was lovely.  Today, I’m as grumpy as I possibly can be.  Just ask Sweetums.

Except for the hand embroidery, I’m pretty much caught up with my sampler blocks.  I had given most of my embroidery equipment to my son.  I found some floss, but the only hoop I found was seven inches and the blocks are only six.  There was nothing to be had locally.  No surprise there.  Sometimes I wonder why I bother.  I got what I needed on-line, but it took a week.  So now I have eight blocks to embroider.  At least I know how.  Nannie taught me before I could read and write.  She was so patient with me.  I tried so hard to please her.  Her praise meant so much.  I can almost feel her hand on mine as I stitch.