In a book by one of my favorite authors, one of the characters keeps complaining that his uncles “locked him in the attic” until he recovered from being sick. There actually wasn’t an attic, nor was he locked in, but he was recovering from significant trauma. I have almost adopted that in terms of ‘going to the attic.
We actually don’t have an attic. There is the main floor with the living room, kitchen, dining area with a few steps up to a bedroom, major bathroom, another bedroom which is rapidly becoming a second library + TV room with attached tiny bathroom. Up the stairs to the right is the space I took over for my craft room, to the left, there is yet another small batch of stairs with a bathroom straight ahead with a sitting room on one side and a bedroom on the other. I am now referring to the sitting room as “the attic” and have moved my larger floor frame in along with this full coverage in progress.
at a petite 90k stitches, it is going to take a while. Currently 13% done. It is obviously too big and complicated to ever be a travel project. It can also be a bit difficult to stitch on with the velcro cat wanting all the pets.
We were supposed to be attending a luncheon at the Bancroft Library this noon, but I just wasn’t feeling up to it. And NO ONE wants a fellow attendee who is coughing her head off..
