Monday, August 17, 2009

Spent a very stressful day, mostly waiting, at Children's Hospital. (She is ok.) Had my embroidery with me, and almost ate my hands when I realized that I had left the needle at home. Years ago, in a waiting room, a gal might have been able to bum a needle off of someone, but no such luck. Worrying and embroidery were made for each other.

And how did I miss this? Must have had my head in the art-making sand......


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