I am just so...gobsmacked...at how amazing it is to surround oneself with things and people who just make the world a better place by their mere prescence in it. To be in the company of people who "get" you when you're not really sure you "get" yourself is an amazing thing to behold and should be mandatory for anybody in need of a little pick-me-up, or in my case, a whole-body life makeover.
Reality, as we all know, can be a harsh thing indeed, so I suppose that sitting around with a needle and thread in hand laughing and giggling and cutting up and listening and talking and learning and thinking how blessed we are to have each other is a pretty damn good way to escape.
Retreats aren't for everybody, and I know that the prospect of packing one's underpants and gathering the old stitchy bag and hitting the road isn't always possible for everybody, but if you can find a way to take five minutes....someplace...and feel happiness and peace wash over you then I saygo for it with your whole heart.
See what happens when I see this side of the morning? Incoherent ramblimng.
On to the stitiching...
This is pretty much the sum total of what I accomplished this weekend, and I have to say...I'm tickled pink about it. I didn't exactly expect to complete the little house last night, but the final piece of siding went in at midnight and I took it as a good sign.
Today we will have breakfast, spend another hour or two with needles in hand, and then hit the road for home. I am pretty sure that I will make it up the stairs and into the big girl sleigh bed and not much further, but it will all have been worth it.
Thanks for coming along for the ride, dearies! I hope your very own week is off to a swell start and that you are exactly where you want to be.