Not a stitch sewn, although I keep going into my sewing room just to soak up the happy, relaxed vibe.
When I see my ravioli, I think of you and I imagine you happily sewing away. It gives me comfort to imagine you sitting in the sunshine and stitching away.
I looked at my package of 100, bright, shiny sewing machine needles. At this rate they'll last me into the next century.
I can imagine someone down the years saying, "Why did that woman have a package of 100 sewing machine needles?" OK, 99...I put one in the machine, but I haven't actually used it to make a stitch.
Can you tell I'm still at work and starting to get silly? lol.
Love and hugs to you.