Moving slowly through the days
eyes on the morrow
holding fast to this day.
A dear hello to friends near and far
Blessed sweetness fills the air
Soft quiet nights
Crystal, shimmering mornings
This is winter
Nothing to do but write poetry. I have literally not left my house since Monday afternoon. Today is Sunday. You do the math. Still no sewing, although I may give it a try later today.
Totally not vintage...MissMollDoll just started her graduate studies and started a blog .Take a look at her work. Maybe you have connections to someone on the Autism Spectrum and might have some input for her.