The joy and fascination of white falling gracefully from the sky widens youngens' eyes and lifts the spirit of snow lovers. Instead of cutting the last of my hostas, cleaning the flower gardens, or planting mums...I set my sewing machine and ironing board up in my office.
It was a fabulous and relaxing day of sewing, sewing, and more sewing. I even read half a book in one sitting. Creativity flowed from my finger tips as I watched the snow fall outside my window. It was a great way to spend the weekend. While hubby and daughter worked, I "worked" on creating. It's been awhile since I could say this, so maybe the new norm is kicking in.