House Bound
The wind and 45 degrees have decided for me that today I am house bound.
I do have quite a lot of stitches to pick out. I sat at the dining room table for the better part of the morning. When Dennis came in at noon, he shook his head. He felt no one would blame me if the placemat hit the circular file. It may come to that. If I work on it, either the eyes or the hands will tell me to pack it in for the day. I felt one day of picking threads is not a fair test as yet.
Next week there may be lawnmowers humming in the neighborhood. The cool temps and the rain has really brought out the green.
This is a slow day on Stauffer Avenue. I am not complaining . . . just commenting.
My picking utensils are at rest. I am heading to my cherry red chair in my bedroom porch. It might feel good to put in a couple of stitches, rather than the picking thing.
With that I take my leave. ♥