Stitches, stitches, stitches.
I've been thinking about stitching this, but I can't seem to get focussed. I put it on my table, I move it, I put it on my table, I move it. Apparently the time is not ripe.
This on the other hand.
I'm trying new things.
And then I was attacked by robots.
What nine year old would NOT want to have robot pajamas?
Don't answer, that is a rhetorical question.