This time tomorrow morning I'll be at the airport waiting to catch a couple of planes that will, ultimately, take me to Kansas for short visit with Pam. We're both in need of some time to stop and breathe, relax a bit, create a bit, stitch a bit. Oh heck! Maybe even bitch a
bit. Well, probably not the last, but we'll definitely chat a bit...or
not. Yep. It's that kind of friendship.
Some of the rusted boro pieces
as well as the latest stitching on black cotton
will find their way into my carry on bag
for those times when we decide to just sit and be.
And back home, the rusting will continue in my absence.