PRICKED FINGER OVER AND OVER AGAIN

I know you can’t help it forgetting and all but VEE your restitching and mending is twisted to the sock heel. Best put it down GIRL GIRRL. The birds are flown. It is no longer Monday.

 

I know I am locked out and there are 2 rooms, both with their best sides on, … I’ll sit and blanket stitch the frame and pintuck the key or herringbone and French knot the key hole full of my eyeing heart. I can wait.

 

Like you can tell I’m not standing up well at all. The big bay window has collapsed. It was well over the years grace. The spindle held the knots for too long but now, well … its kaput. And this door that door.

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