I spent an entire year without a needle in hand…

…because the first year of law school left very little time to do anything else.

But I miss the rhythm of  my needle as it lays thread in shiimmering lines on linen or canvas. I miss the quiet moments, the time to breath and to pray and to dream. So…needles, linen, canvase and yarn are, once again, part of my life.

Who is Harriet? More later on that.

Come stitch with me…..

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