I've misplaced my tiniest Ginghers. Slippery devils, they are probably wandering around in my car since the sewing tote has an open top and always has too much in it. I'll check later when the sun's been out a while. Below-freezing temps in Georgia are a shock.
I'm switching over to these for now. If they ever had any kind of point guard, it's long gone, so they are just going to stay on the table beside the stitching chair.
I bet the characters read: Watch out, stupid. They're sharp as hell!
What do you think about when you are stitching alone?
What do you talk about if you are stitching in company?
My mind wanders. Oddly, some say.
And have you read "All the Colors of the Dark" by Chris Whitaker? If you liked the True Detective TV series, you'll love it. I did.
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