I still plan to sit down to stitch this evening, but I've spent the last 48 hours fighting the same intestinal problems I'm having trouble shaking off. I think this must be a virulent bug that loves my system and won't leave my insides. Doesn't say much for what I'm made of, does it? Kinda scary. I've read and heard much the same from others though, so maybe I'm not the only freak. It's made me so weak and feeling so crummy, I can't stitch, and last night, I gave it a try, but Amber would not leave the needle and thread alone, so I gave up in disgust, thinking this weekend was not meant for me to stitch.
Here are the last of my leaflets that I've acquired lately, but I have yet to share the kits I've been getting for a steal on eBay. I had to quit that. It was getting totally ridiculous and out of hand. It's called greed, addiction, and having eyes bigger than my needling fingers.