Oh, how can I explain what it's like to sit in my big chair and let your kindness wash over me? You just ROCK my silly little world with all of the nice things you have to say. THANK YOU, my dear stitchy friends! THANK YOU!
I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that Stewey is horrified that you encourage me. As you know, he's not exactly thrilled with most of what I do and/or don't do around here, so when you tell me that I'm swell and this results in me dancing about the living room clutching the computer mouse in my hands like an Academy Award while chanting "They LIKE me! They really really LIKE me!", he heads right for the drapes.
Humility, thy name is Mo-ther.
No stitching to report from last night, I'm afraid. I went face first into a bowl of popcorn and didn't come up for air until it was time to hit the big girl sleigh bed. I think it might be only the second or third night so far this year that I didn't poke something with a needle and thread. (heavy, heavy sigh)