I shamed myself into going downstairs and a least getting something done on the nautical sampler. I finished one and a half more sails.
Spiral Chicken got a leaf on her last flower.
The upstairs sewing room has been in soaping mode for the past week so no stitching up there. Everything has been shoved in a corner out of the way of all that oil.
As for knitting.....my mojo has disappeared. Every morning I line up my projects on the messy kitchen table in hopes that I find a quiet minute to sit down with a cup of tea and just knit but it never happens. The pace of this isolation thing just amazes me. Life hasn't actually changed much for us retirees so what the heck happened to all my me time?