Some new pieces will be in shop tomorrow morning...
What a strange odd summer this has turned into. Do I say that every year? Things are moving so slowly, cloth, people, thoughts.
I've been trying to find a certain cloth that was stitched a few years ago, looking everywhere I can think of, twice, working up a sweat in much this too hot summer day- lifting, moving, digging through the boxes/tubs/baskets. So much for reorganizing. There is a fear that it found its way into the donations...but I don't think that's possible. The search has stopped, so that I can hold onto the belief that it's in this house somewhere...
