Today I watched Road to Avonlea with my mom—the episode where Hetty King becomes a novelist and is an instant sensation. I love this storyline—any tale where ladies become successful novelists is my favourite. I can remember being a kid and being absolutely rapt by such storylines.
Sorted the bags of yarn from Julya into acrylic and wool. Looked longingly at loom. Hamstrings tight as warp threads—no desire to sit and weave. Why must trying to get limber make me so stiff?
Advil and bed. Goodnight!