A stitch in time…well, a stitch in time takes time. And it keeps you from other things like writing a pretty regular weekly post that’s been a fairly consistent routine for the last five years. Oh, and there were the three graduations and a wedding, trips to NY and CA, lots of . . . → Read More: Stitches
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