And that's why you always leave a note.
It's a little wrinkled. And riddled with minor imperfections.
The workmanship of my own hands.
I will never sew again.
Ok, that's not true, but it will definitely be a while.
When coping, I tend to load my plate so full of delicious projects that eventually, I barf.
I really just need to be spending time with my kids.
Tomorrow is a new day.
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love,
j.peri