So many piles sitting on my worktable right now.
This one needs to get finished, but it's been a constant
stitch, rip, stitch, rip.
One day I will win this war I seem to have with metallic thread.
This one I am mad for right now and itching to get back to.
Those velvet tapes on the spine are calling to me.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
That's all this one seems to be doing.
Soon, I promise, it will be soon.
It's been touch and go here.
Though really it shouldn't be.
And these dear ones sit patiently, awaiting to be opened again.