We had a Spring break trip planned but, well, you know, we stayed home. I spent some time at the sewing machine.
Sometimes Lori Holt makes me happy
And sometimes I want to cry.
I was walking past a bag of fabrics several times a day. These were from a niece of mine. Her mother passed away and she saved the fabrics. I mean, who saves fabric? I wondered how something like this would work.
I knew the word would be Love.
I also alternate between these two at night.
A Needle in the hand makes for a happy me.
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