I tried to change the name of the blog. There I was thinking I had done it, but it doesn't think so. I have no idea if you can do that sort of thing anyway. I decided on "Rocking chair reflections". Well, there is a rocking chair in the lounge, and I do reflect a lot. And I am older. Not old, mind, but older, so I can justify the rocker. And I found some wool. I knit scarves in autumn. I could well resemble the drawing by tomorrow. The highlights need redoing as well. Painting continues.
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You are turning into your mother. I'm hoping i'm not on the same downward spiral. I can't knit.
I'm spending most of my free time sewing. Not just any sewing, I'm making a flipping altar frontal for the church. It's not a downward spiral, it's an inescapable vortex. Mwah ha ha ha ha.
hey, thanks for linking to me.
I like rocking chairs too....
Mary, mom to many
Hi Mary.. I love your blog! Katherine, at least a vortex is not boring, and Diana, it is in the genes, sweetie. There is no escape!
I think you should crocket covering to go over the whole church. Like a giant tea cosy.
And you wondered why I moved 12,000 miles away?!
p.s mother, to do the fine decoration bits, just use a pen.
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