Lanea makes these Itty bitty sock knitting project bags that hang daintily on a wrist while you knit away walking around the flat places of earth in sensible shoes. Places like the Park, where there's no chance of taking a header into the Koi Pond or running flat out into a city bus as you step off a curb, counting. I'm so in love with mine. Do you see the hint of a heart in the pattern of the fabric? *Sigh* Love and Hearts is a good thing. A real heart is gross looking but the ones we see plastered all over our lives are very sweet as they make us pause and take in the moment.
I've worked my back into a frenzy in the sewing room, restacking the bolts, baskets of scraps, piles of mending that haven't been poked into a drawer somewhere, as well as 10,000 other things that probably should be tossed but "might come in handy". Does it ever stop? Why can't I throw ANY fabric away? What is wrong with me? This can't be normal!
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I’m going through some stuff but I will peek in now and then and will be back when it’s over..