I have survived Jane Austen festival and my birthday. Both occasions were a lot of fun and all went well. There was time when I celebrated my birthday much longer (twelve days to be exact) but now with my mother-in-law around I'd lost desire to do long celebrations. It looks like only stitching helps me to stay sane and, oh gosh, sometimes I feel so ready just to spread my wings and fly somewhere far away from my current situation. When I was younger I had so many dreams - some of them came true but so many did not...but, after all, I do not feel that all is lost. I strongly believe that I can still dream and, who knows, some of my dreams maybe will come true.
I was faithfully working exclusively on Honest, Kind and Good. Here is the progress:
So long my friends,