Maybe it's just because I'm not feeling well, but yesterday it was so much harder than usual to be a grown up.
At the end of the day I knew I had done the right things, and I was full of gratitude that I had been able to act responsibly.
But I was also very weepy.
And cold.
I was so cold.
So I spent the entire evening wrapped up in this:
My very own quilt.
Don't you love a nine-patch quilt?
There is something so homey and comforting and cheerful about it.
I made this one when I quit working 'out there'.
I thought I would be taking a nap in it whenever I felt like it.
I'm still laughing about that.
Oh, well.
Last night it was nice to sit on the sofa wrapped in this quilt, drinking tea, and talking to Prince Charming...both of us weeping over the goodness and faithfulness of God as we shared our day.
And, of course, there were needles and thread.
And polka-dot felt.
Having polka-dot felt makes it a little bit easier to be a grown-up.
Here's a big serving of pink love for you, my friends.