The air outside is crisp and smells of snow: that distinct metallic pink-ness. I can't be the only one who believes it smells pink, right? This month has been full of plans for birthdays and Christmas, graduations and new beginnings. I have been working on that autumn coloured quilt off-and-on for almost a year now, and although I am in the final stretch of piecing the back it seems like it will never be finished. Most of my frustration is trying to make the fabric I have stretch, as opposed to taking the easy route and buying more. My sewing machine is seeing much use these days, and Zoeycat keeps me company by snoozing nearby.
Must get new flowers for the dining table; those roses have seen better days.
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