Your comments were not only much appreciated---they were amazing. I am so blessed to have such feeling, caring friends. I've had more time to read and stitch, and I'm still finding little things around the house that I'm piling up to give back to Moriah. Her daughter keeps me posted, and all is still well. "I'm good," as the kids all say. I'm in the habit of saying "I'm fine," but the English language is undergoing a big change. Grammar is changing, and I hate to sound like an old fogey, but it's not for the better.
I've had this adorable little trading card from my friend, Dianne Collins from PA for several days, but I've just now come to be in the mood to talk about it. It's just a little bright spot that came in a butterfly card when my days were dark. It's a form of scrapbooking or decoupage, of sorts. I wish my scan could do it justice; unfortunately, it misses the dimensional effects and the intricate cutting of the different little items. Clicking on the thumbnail does help a bit. I wrote to Dianne to inquire as to how she did it, and I'm wanting to try it. It's called a personal trading card in a group she's in who are doing them to suit the recipient. I'm just in love, and it set my mind working on all kinds of possibilities. I'm just disappointed in the absence of the beauty in my scan.
Meantime, I've finished a book I couldn't read while Moriah was here, and I have a Prairie Schooler yearly Santa nearly done. From that finish, I'll go on to finishing my SAL of Little House Needleworks, "Home of a Needleworker." I'm good.