Honeybunch is what I used to call my son when he was little. Corny I know, but he was a little bunch of honey. Now he's that species called 'adult male'!
This is the story of my quilting life.
That's better than "losing your marbles".
funny that, I can't find mine either. I've got my safety pins for pinning quilts but I think I must have gradually lost all the long glass head pins over the last few years. The community quilt is pinned and four of the sashing strips have been quilted from side to side... its a very big quilt and hard to manoeuver under the machine. I must think more seriously about getting a long arm!
Ciao, the pins could be under the mess that for sure is like the mess of every one of us has. ciao ciao
Don't walk around barefoot... you know where they'll turn up!
I know where they are! They are in sock heaven, where all the odd socks go, & they are dancing with all the missing teaspoons!
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