Sick Days, Near Philadelphia
But wait. It gets worse. Bernina got knocked out of alignment by a renegade pin on Sunday, so I took her to the spa and dragged out the Featherweight so I could sew. Featherweight's light doesn't work and after about 30 minutes of stitching (with the help of Joe's drafting lamp), she froze up entirely. So she's also in the shop.
What's a body to do?
Well, I finished the handwork on this pair of froggy mug rugs, for one thing.
Bernina should be home tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, today I finally ordered some photo Christmas cards. This shot of Joe's chair, my quilt, and our sweet doggy isn't the one that made the cut, but I like it pretty much anyway.
Yours for Mucinex, codeine, and whatever it takes,