The sewing kit curse


This time of year, I always buy those tinned Danish Butter Cookies in the blue tin.

They are slightly addictive, and if most folks only knew, I could side my house with the tins. I have not, but those tins are almost indestructible. Which is why they are used for sewing kits.

I have several from the thrift store haul. I’ve been condensing them down a bit. I don’t want to be crushed by piles of cookie tins filled with sewing stuff.

Wait, maybe I do. Anyways, it’s that time of year again. I’m gifting cookie tins to folks with sewing essentials in them. Though, I am also throwing a tin of the cookies in for good measure. Just to confuse the snot out of folks.

Meanwhile, my cookie break is over for the day. Take care my friends. -L

Progress


We have white scattered over the ground. Pain levels are nasty today. I’m going to sit and stitch most of my day.

Duke is curled up inside on the bed. My husband is bitching again. It is time to make the coffee. Maybe later I will use my gift certificate to have some noms at Pizza Ranch.

Life is good enough. Take care my friends. -L

The fibro woke up


It has been lurking in the background, gently snoring in a corner. Current pain level is you want to sleep? LMAO nope!

At this point, I am in survivor mode. I’m going to curl up in my chair and take 3 midol. I have an appointment in 4 hours for therapy.

I will survive this, whether or not I feel positive. Take care my friends. -L