Happy Sunday, all! I crossed from spring into winter somewhere during Friday's grueling 11-hour drive here. Meet my mom, who will be 80 this year. We should all be in her physical condition at that age--I watched her literally run across a parking lot. May those be my dominant genes...
I was recruited to help with a spiff-up of my parents' church. Note the pipe organ on the right (the real kind with air--not digital). There were white streaks on the pipes. What is that, I asked innocently--some sort of oxidation? The cleaning crew leader laughed and explained that the church apparently has some resident bats, and they poo as they fly.
I loaded about six stitching projects into my car and have worked on two of them. Here's the Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat (Carriage House):
And Liz Easdon (The Essamplaire):
I'm homesick and am missing my routine, my stuff, and my peeps including these guys (and Peaches too, of course). BF reports that the bunnies are having quite the party without me.
Happy week ahead!