The ripping of strips to even up the edges.

The saving of these strips for some future project. Maybe a crocheted rug, maybe plaited bracelets, maybe something else entirely.

The over locking of the edges and admiring the fairy floss like fluff and threads.

The sewing of these long strips together and then the top stitching.

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

Can you imagine how many times I'll hear that phrase over the next few months??

Yesterday we drove to Melbourne and had lunch with my Grandad who is going overseas for a month, played at a playground, went to a cousin's wedding and sang karaoke and ate chips at the after-party.

Today we are having a home day and my folks are coming to play.

Tomorrow Farmer Bren will drive to Melbourne for a funeral.

What are you up to?

xx

ps. We love you R and J. xx