Christmas tree top sewn together to make room on the design wall.
Getting hyped on this funky quilt.
Need to have enough Christmas quilts for each child's bed.
Once I size it and border it, I am going to sew buttons on the trees.
Fun required.
One for each pocket warms 30 school personnel on cold playground duty.
I am furious.
Furious that I have asthmatic bronchitis and my dear man is not here to hug me.
Furious that he did everything right.
Exercised. Ate well. No alcohol nor tobacco. Loved well...church..
Died anyway... ALS.
Furious that I have to come home to no fire burning, no dinner made, no sweet man.
Furious that I put so much love and work into raising my wonderful son.
An addict anyway...Heroin.
Furious that sweet 49 yer old Rhonda has stage four brain cancer.
She did everything right, plus she is an awesome person.
Got it anyway.
Furious that sweet 49 yer old Rhonda has stage four brain cancer.
She did everything right, plus she is an awesome person.
Got it anyway.
I am not always furious.
Tonight is the last night on steroids...day 10!!
Rant now overtaken by the hum of the sewing machine!!!
Whew...
Whew...
