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......