My mom keeps asking for a story here and I keep telling her, I got nothing. It’s cold and snowy, with no end in sight for awhile (another foot forecast for tomorrow!), and I’ve taken up residence on the couch, snuggled under a fleece sherpa blanket one of us got in a holiday yankee swap. And I’m not moving until Spring.
While on the couch, I’ve been alternating between my winter hobbies: reading, knitting, Netflix, and sewing. To wit:
And always, the help: