A day decided, a season turned and it’s time to go back to work. So I am hunkering down and back at it with words and thread. Sleep is erratic under the waxing moon but that’s okay and I am too. If you need me, beep me. It’s all underway.
Threading the Grid
A day decided, a season turned and it’s time to go back to work. So I am hunkering down and back at it with words and thread. Sleep is erratic under the waxing moon but that’s okay and I am too. If you need me, beep me. It’s all underway.
Stitchteller's Keep 