I had a lovely weekend. I had a fancy brunch downtown with my two lovely friends, Kate and Jenny. We hadn’t been together, the three of us, in quite awhile, so it was lovely to gab and catch up. It was a grey day, so I decided to head home (after stopping at Michael’s to buy some cross-stitching materials) and watch Buffy and cross-stitch for the REST OF THE DAY. I’m not kidding. But actually, it was quite nice and restorative.

This is an old pic (from last weekend) but it captures my vibe lately. There is something magical about counted cross-stitch–you start with a blank canvas and follow a pattern and then, all of the sudden, you have something. Now if only the same thing would happen in my real life!