i feel like a pastry chef, turning out heart after heart-shaped confection. the studio (and main living level of the cabin) remains in utter dishevelment, as i continue waiting to hear back from the insurance people before i can proceed with any repairs (floor refinishing, drywall, insulation, ceiling, kitchen countertops... and the rugs have yet to be cleaned). so i’ve sat quietly on the sofa and stitched more hearts with walter always at my side (he continues to improve, thanks to all who ...
