Not too much happening around here these days.
At least, not too much that's either exciting, or comedic or intriguing.
Randall is busy trying to sort out the fine details of the trip to Scotland.
I've started a full frontal attack on the ironing basket.
Since the spare bed has been moved into my sewing room, floor space is minimal, and the ironing basket seems to be one of the things that can go.
Once the ironing is caught up and the sewing room is workable again, I'll be investigating the sewing cupboard to see what I have that can be made into something to augment my dwindled wardrobe.
That ironing basket is mighty deep, though, so there's a good chance I'll be bargain store shopping instead of sewing.
So much to do, so little time.