I went to the thrift store to get stitch markers. I mean, have a look at this...I need some stitch holders. Doesn't just looking at it give you a headache? I know!So how come I came home with this? It was calling my name, I tell you. No...really, even W heard it. We didn't even get into the store before we heard it calling from the lower lot. W and I looked at it, looked at each other and then he convinced me that I had to have it. I actually left the store, went to the car, and then went back. He has told me that he will fix it all up for me.
And just look at that basket...now really, could you have just left the poor thing sitting there...in the cold...all by itself?