I was born warm.
Ok, not really ...
but I am warm ALL the time.
It's my age, my chubbiness.
Working in a hospital to me ~
is akin to sitting in an oven on a summer's day
while someone blow drys my hair.
Is it any wonder then that I love snowy weather?
When my son's girlfriend came to live with us almost two years ago,
she brought the snow.
It was the heaviest snowfall the UK had seen in quite a few years.
This made me happy.
She makes me happy.
This shot was taken two years at our five star hotel in Belfast,
We had gone for afternoon tea
and had the loveliest of days.
What was I saying?
I'm enjoying stitching this
Working on linen is quite the challenge.
I love the words.
Sleigh bells ring!
It reminds of that wonderful snowy Christmas.
That a certain little snow bunny
came from the sunshine state to be with us.
These days have been busy.
But packed with love and laughter.
A lovely friend bought me these because she know I love to sew, sew, sew.
And knit, when time allows.
Aren't they such cuties?
I'm off now to get a few stitches sewn before dinner.
Here's a little something for Y'all.
Kisses and stitches ( still got to change that title :)