I'm doing my own version - an ongoing journal of the day (oh, how fascinating).
I woke up so early, you would think I was expecting Santa. Actually, I did get a gift the other day. Treated myself to a desperately-needed manicure/pedicure and showed up, as usual, in my Birks. (what else would you wear when you were getting a pedicure?). Grace, the salon owner, would not let me leave afterwards without something on my feet.
We might never get out to the movies and Chinese food today, so I thought I'd treat myself to a special Christmas breakfast: lox, eggs, and onions.
|Below, not quite done - but getting there. What a treat!|
Anyway - my gift to myself is a day of therapy sewing. Strips and strips, since I have about a bazillion of them overflowing in my sewing room. I am sewing with no idea of what will happen - and maybe something for Emma will come out of all my play. Here is what my table closest to the machine holds.