A gray day that had snow flurries. At one time when I looked out the tiny floating snowflakes looked just like the little feather tufts that leak out of Dennis’ winter nylon jacket that has channels of feathers.
I had a great day of stitching. It can’t always go perfect though. Dennis was in place to see what a thread mess can be made when a sewing machine bucks. It was my fault in not threading it correctly. Several attempts, only one thing to be done is to take it slow and take it apart to the point of the problem. The problem was a piece of thread the size of an eye lash that had gotten wedged under a spring. Five o’clock the sewing studio shuts down. It is never a problem wondering what to do tomorrow. I like it that way.
Life is good and there are blessings abound.