|a birthday crown for the baby bird|
I find myself saying, "just one more stitch, I can get one more stitch in before supper is to be served". Wouldn't you know that usually, I can't seem to step away from it, and all of those stitches come together and holler "done!". Supper may be a tad late getting on the table, but no one seems to mind. That's the problem with supper isn't it? It always seems to fall at the most inopportune times!