I am, weirdly.
But first, pictures from that three year old Christmas present.
I think she likes it. If she doesn't want to wear it, it would make a nice table runner:
Close-up of mistake free section.
Friends and acquaintances keep telling me how stressed they are by holiday preparations. I keep waiting for the "oh no oh no oh nos" to hit, but they haven't.
You see, I have a Secret Plan. It involves A List:
If I do everything on that list, in the order listed, I should arrive at Christmas morning serene and with enough sleep. We shall see. Tonight, I finished one Fetching, in Jimmy Bean's 8 ply from stash.
Here it is spokesmodeling one of the uneaten gingerbread houses I got made up and decorated with the kids yesterday. (I delivered them, fully assembled, right on time. A List.)
Now I have to go and quilt one end of a lap quilt before I go to bed. Yawn.
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