Thanks to my move, thanks to friends, thanks to physical therapy, thanks to occupational therapy, emotional therapy--all on site, thanks to reduced responsibilities, nightly meetings and the pool,
I am getting better and I have hope again. My constant, chronic pain is gone. I feel safe.
A true miracle. The last 9 years have taken a toll on me.
From scraps, today I finished a small quilt, already basted.
I went into Trader Joe's. Bought myself some of my sunny favorites.
My niece, Alexis had her 36th birthday yesterday
I made this present for her:
The placemat has two sides.
To the back side, I pinned 36$
A few years ago, my son lived far away. He took two buses and a train to bring this Foxglove to me on Mother's Day. He has always had a wonderful heart.
The pot is from my grandmother's garden.
Potholders for gifting;
Sneaky me found out their favorite colors.
Mailed a few to California for a birthday gift.
It is the strangest thing....Somehow, for the first time in probably 13 years, I do not feel like blogging any more. Maybe a rest is in store...ox
