its storming. thunder, lightening, home [slightly] alone…one is never truly home alone in this house, but at least the babe and most other occupants are sleeping silently. nothing but me and the sounds of a rain storm. perfect for crafting…and even more perfect for working on a project that is for love, not money.
on my floor, in piles and neatly organized rows…a banner, for my friends’ wedding, to hang up on the barn.