I'm working on my rag rug... Today I sat in my lounge chair with Jordan snuggled comfortingly against me. The rain made such a soft patter against the window. Jordan watched as I made my stitches with the cotton
strips until he fell asleep. The room was pleasantly dark and cozy. Nothing beats the feel of a large wooden crochet hook slipping in and out to the rhythm of the rain and the sound of my darling breathing. I'm an old fashioned sort of girl and derive a lot of pleasure from something as simple as this. I would not trade it for all the money in the world....really...
strips until he fell asleep. The room was pleasantly dark and cozy. Nothing beats the feel of a large wooden crochet hook slipping in and out to the rhythm of the rain and the sound of my darling breathing. I'm an old fashioned sort of girl and derive a lot of pleasure from something as simple as this. I would not trade it for all the money in the world....really...
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