Thank you for all the comments on my last post. I know it's a difficult subject. I appreciate all your opinions, and I respect them.
I don't usually do politics on my blog, and won't do it often. This seemed to be an exception, something I needed to get off my chest, and then get back to my life.
Let's hope for the best, and pray that our country can come together somehow.
I have had a hand woven rag stair runner on my stairs for about 10 years. Not only was it getting a little ratty, but it was slipping and stretching and sliding, and I decided it was dangerous for us old folks.
So here's the new one, the black rods and finials haven't gone back on yet, but it's soft on the feet, and quiet.
I like it.
I bought this quilt top below from a lady who posted it on FB.....for $20.
It was hand stitched by her grandmother.
It is without blemish.....in perfect condition.
I'm going to back it, and quilt it.
I don't understand selling it, not at all. I wish I had something like this from MY grandmother, but I
guess I'll just have to treasure this one.
This is the view out my kitchen window, and the house next door. No one lives there, the lady who did is in the nursing home.
Every time I look over there, I think of her having to leave the home she spent probably the majority of her life in.
I got my möbius shawls all settled on my clothes rack, only to find a while later that the powers that be had moved them all over the room, and confiscated my rack.
Then while I was unwrapping Mrs. Olsen (my dress form lady), who is modeling my cotton/bamboo
baby wrap, a lady walking by made a loud, derogatory "ewwwwww". I turned to her, and she said, ""I hate that baby."
Speechless. That's what I was.
Time to go home, no matter what the clock says.
Hello, Stella, I'm glad to meet you.
(Stella Artois, for those of you who don't know.....it's very good)
Sometimes, I just want to stay home, make soup, bread, weave, and enjoy the quiet.