Yikes,
OK, keep those fingers back out of the way of the needle!
My Mother was born on a Friday the 13th. I think of that numerous times a year since she died in 1981 of cancer. Had many problems in her life, but there were good memories, as well. I can see how blessed I was by looking at her life, as Mothers often look for their children to have better lives...it has happened in many ways. She was a kind soul who never said a bad thing about anyone else and that is quite an inherited factor, I try to life up too.
Cooler this week, wonderful weather. I am resting the knee, staying out of the drivers side of the car, staying out of the car and truck, and truly trying to rest it more. I have read two books, sewn in the sewing room on a MB I need to finish as soon as I can. Claim you are Irish for the Day, and the 13th is your
*lucky* day. Have a good day!!