I've been working on this sampler shawl for the past few evenings and it is growing like a weed! Plus it has beads. I feel like I need beaded things in my life right now.
I banged out a bunch of work stuff for the fall this week, and have also done some yard work and playing around in the paper studio (which I now call the workroom). I have been playing with water brush pens, which are very fun. More on that later.
I am reading "The French Girl" which is a good mystery (I guess it is technically a psychological mystery?). We're also watching "A Confession" (or is it "The Confession?) on Britbox which has Martin Freeman in it and I really like him a lot. Why are British mysteries so much better than American ones?