Peace
There is altogether too much ruckus in my life. And I discovered a long time ago that if I sew or bake I get peace and very quiet footsteps tiptoeing by to find out what's in progress and if there is anything for the tiptoe-er.
The latest ruckus is a broken up ankle and foot thanks to an uneven entrance to a quilt shop (any other kind?) in St. A. What a mess - orthopedics guy first thing Monday am and painkillers now. BUT I am being waited on hand and foot (sorry!) AND my grandmothers Singer Slant-O-Matic 403 Special has a knee controller. YESSSSS! All is not lost!
Clumsy