The yet-to-be-named Orphans (Seven and Eight?) are harvesting fabric from the ripped up quilt for new springtime outfits.
I'd hesitated to do that, you know, but pulling up the polyester fabric, they revealed more of my favorite, worn out cotton fabric underneath:
the bright stuff was a patch!
I'm happy: my leg continues to improve--the pain is more an ache than a stab this morning. Now I can relax and enjoy this forced time off, knowing I am healing. I'm going for a walk later in the day, when the sun will have melted ice off sidewalks.
I'd hesitated to do that, you know, but pulling up the polyester fabric, they revealed more of my favorite, worn out cotton fabric underneath:
the bright stuff was a patch!
I'm happy: my leg continues to improve--the pain is more an ache than a stab this morning. Now I can relax and enjoy this forced time off, knowing I am healing. I'm going for a walk later in the day, when the sun will have melted ice off sidewalks.
