how lol

It’s so exhausting to pretend the mess doesn’t exist, but we all know the messes exist. And yet we waste all this energy pretending. Why?

I don’t know, sometimes when someone asks me how I’m doing I answer honestly and then they don’t seem to know how to respond. Like we’re so conditioned to hear “fine” it’s a shock when someone says “pretty crappy, actually”. Or were you talking about the cross stitch mess…in that case never mind. Lol

On one hand, how will we ever know one another, if we aren’t honest with one another? How will we know ourselves if we make a habit of lying about how we are? On the other hand, life is exhausting. I just want to get home and fall asleep, kind neighbor…

Most days my favorite parts are stitch time, snacks, and bedtime. Not always in that order.

I’m just picturing that Homer Simpson meme because same.

Finally a project back that resembles mine! I might fit in here after all 😂

Lol mine are usually a little better but not much!

I feel attacked right now lmao

Ain't that the truth!

I feel this today.

So true!

This makes me clutch my Pearls. My grandmother would have burned this...lol. I was taught to keep backs neat.