I called in sick today and stayed home from work to fight off a cold that seems determined to settle in my ears. Don’t you just hate that? Ugh. Also, this morning I feel like I’m just starting to emerge from a solid week of broken days. I hung on during the week, but on Friday, Saturday & Sunday I could… Continue reading Monday, monday
Tag: recovery
Wednesday…again?
Well, I don’t have much to report on the quilting front. I made a couple of more stars for Nora’s quilt, and then I laid them all out and chose the 12 I like best. I’ve actually made 24 blocks between experimenting with this and that. Enough already! I have enough star blocks for 2 very different quilts… Continue reading Wednesday…again?
A Broken Day and a Pretty Dress
I haven’t written anything about my experience with menopausal depression for awhile. I don’t want to be one of those people who complain endlessly about their health, so I try not to talk about it too much. But since I started with that first post, (if you want to follow along, look under “depression” in the drop-down categories)… Continue reading A Broken Day and a Pretty Dress
Another WIP Wednesday!
I’m having fun reviewing what I’ve done in my sewing room each week! I expect things will slow down once I return to work next Monday. What a luxury it has been to have had this time to heal, contemplate and create. In some ways, one could say that I have been quilting my way… Continue reading Another WIP Wednesday!
Turning Left
An amazing thing happened while walking Sammy this morning. I set out to walk our usual 5km route, which takes about an hour when you factor in the P-mail and canine message board checking along the way. It was a beautiful morning, not a cloud in the sky, not a breath of wind, and a… Continue reading Turning Left
A Darned Good Best
I went out to a pub on St. Patrick’s Day. A friend was providing the live entertainment for the evening with his guitar and a fun selection of Irish songs. I went with three friends and met up with other friends once we got there. The place was packed. I was really enjoying myself. It was… Continue reading A Darned Good Best