We've rung in the new year grandly. Grandly with sickness that is--ending (hopefully) with me. Yesterday I thought I was going to die. At least I was hoping.So hot, yet cold, anything below 100℉ that touched my skin sent pain soaring through my body. It felt like a brick was sitting on top of my lungs, barely enough energy to get a cough out, which was probably just as well, as coughing made my head feel like it was going to burst and my eyes pulled out.
Too much detail? I'll stop there then. No fun. Today feeling much better with more normal temperatures, although I'll tell you what, that extra warm milk sure put that Drummer boy to sleep in a hurry. What's that saying about warm milk before bed...I'm just praying he doesn't get it.
So far that nasty little bug worked it's way through Olive, Azure, Clover and now me. Before I got sick, I grabbed Pearl and Divine by the hand and sped to the closest drugstore for flu shots.
Too bad it didn't work for me. Sigh. I'm grateful for a husband who stays home from work to entertain our hooligans for hours at a time--and pray for his health now.
Anyway, these are the produce pajamas I made for my
I was a sewing maniac the day before Christmas Eve. I didn't put names on them and they figured out whose was whose and wore them proudly.
I know I keep saying this, but I love that my girls will still wear things I make. They even wore them to go get donuts this morning with a stop at the local hardware store where they got lots of compliments.
Tune in tomorrow for a giveaway of the Oliver + S variety ;)