There just isn’t much else to say. I’m on the generic version of the aforementioned drugs today. Oh joy. It’s the Toronto BookCrossing meet up tomorrow. Last time I had to cancel due to babysitting. I really want to get out there tomorrow. I had the day all planned. Photos and everything. I should be ok. Just a lot squishier.
The brother wants me to come out to Newmarket for Monday. Maybe we will get out to Alliston and I can pick up the sewing machine I left there in the kitchen. There is a lot of other stuff still there but the brother says I can only bring the machine back here. I am going to see if I can find the fabric and pattern for the Raggedy Ann doll I started a couple of years ago. It would be nice to finish her. I had her face all embroidered and her body parts cut out. I don’t think I did anything more than that. I did have just the perfect fabric for her skin tone too.
I think I could make a nice Raggedy Ann for one of my sister’s daughters. But not sure I want to. They have so many toys and such now and don’t really care (or care for) any of it. Seems silly to make a handmade doll and have it get thrown on the heap, eventually buried under an avalanche of stuff.