Janice, you will have that binding licked in no time, and then you’ll be searching for a new evening project. I think what you and your hubby did taking care of his aunt is so admirable and loving. God won’t forget your sacrifice.
GramE, my mother used to call those cookies “spritz”, and they were part of her yearly Christmas cookie baking. Made with so much butter, they melted in your mouth like shortbread. I got her cookie press after she died. I need to find it and make some this year.
I wanted to show y’all the first of my Walkabout quilts, all done but the binding. I’m having to post from my phone, so here goes…