I have made a tiny amount of progress on the rose quilt. Alas, very little, in the grand scheme of things.
But given all the other crazy that’s been going on around here (remind me to tell you the Saga of the Dripping Tap sometime) I’m not planning on beating myself up about my lack of astounding progress.
In fact, I might take the tap as another lesson for the week: if you keep on making your tiny drops of progress, it’ll all add up and eventually something will happen. Although hopefully it won’t be someone taking my head off with a screwdriver and pliers.
How about you?