carefully stored in an old dish from Mama Fina

On the very last day of 2022, as I looked through photos from the past year, I selected these as some of the great moments.

There was also Marco Polo'ing done with Peggy and Annette - dear friends since our days together at Marymount. We had a wonderful, hair-brained, hastily planned, 36 hour trip to Omaha in November and have been communicating using MP since then. So much better than texting. It's an ongoing conversation that can dangle and get picked up anytime one of us feels like it. Delightful.

Sister and I started talking about a lace curtain, which led to talk of Sweden and Norway, which resulted in getting out our Stockholm travel journals and doing video "flip through's" to send each other. Why don't I paint more? I loved every single thing I did in that journal. I will have to post that video here on the blog. Sometime.

I pulled out my "binding supplies" that are carefully stored in an old dish that I think Dottie told me belonged to our grandmother - Mama Fina. I don't think she kept sewing stuff in it, but she might have. I sat in the sun in the dining room and hand stitched some binding. I also dearly love that strawberry pin cushion that Pam Garrison made me more than a few years back.  

Looking back, that's what you do on the last day of the year right? Let memories filter through without any one getting stuck. We also played Clue and drank champagne. Chris and I have determined that Mr. Green is a serial killer and must be stopped. 

Happy last day of 2022 to all of you. I hope you are toasting in the new year in whatever way best pleases you. As for me, I am going to go and wash my face and put on my pajamas right this second. I will be raising my glass to all of you in complete and total comfort. That is what pleases me more than anything. 

Comments

[Michelle]

Happy New Year Carol!