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The other day I bought some picture frames, but I couldn't throw away the four big pieces of newsprint the cashier used to wrap them.

I folded and cut the paper into this stack, and my creative challenge this weekend will be to make something out of it.

I finished another patch on the crazy tote with this beading -- not my best work, but still good practice for my stiff fingers -- and got in a few hours of stitching calm.

Kat leaves in two weeks for her new job in the northwest. I'm thrilled for her, but also a little sad to see her go so far away. I think spending a day with her doing our favorite things together before she goes is the best au revoir I can give her.

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nightsmusic said…
I'm like you in that I can't seem to toss those big sheets of newsprint. I've made plant journals, used them to stamp on and then wrap packages with them, kept them to use for pattern making...sometimes, I just touch them because I miss the newspaper. We still have printed papers, but they've gotten so expensive :/

Your patch on the crazy quilt is pretty! You're too hard on yourself. It's artistic and pretty and doesn't look machine perfect. I like it :)

Kat...it's hard when they go out on their own, but she'll be okay. And it's a good step into her future. And there's always whatever video thing you have on your phone so you two can chat. We got a LOT of use out of Google Duo when we were locked down.
the author said…
Thanks for the kind words.

Kat's leaving Wednesday morning, and taking a friend with her to share the driving trip. We're paying for the hotels and a plane ticket for the friend to fly back home. It's a big relief to know she won't be alone.
nightsmusic said…
Good. I know you'll worry a bit less that way. And Kat is going to do great. It's what she's worked so hard for. And it's not another country though it might seem so now. It'll be good for her. And you two as well.

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