I'm home all day so I should manage to put some stitching into the dude's anniversary present (6 days and counting), right? Somehow I don't. I don't understand how more time=less accomplished. Really now.
My little rants and the ensuing discussion do require my attention. I know I have outstanding comments and e-mails to respond to, but again all day to do it, and nothing gets done. Now I'm running out the door to meet someone. It's good I'm doing this--gets me out of the house and forces me to, um, organize myself. Ahem.
I know you need your Stella fix. Here she is