Or maybe it's just sad. My mind is shot :(
Here is my wall of samplers leading from the living room to a small landing. These are all samplers I stitched years ago with the exception of one antique. I go up and down these stairs at least 30 times on a normal day. They have all been hanging there for so long I could not tell you what samplers they are.
The other day, for an unknown reason, I happened to look at the wall and what did I see? Lydia Bond framed and hanging there. Now why did I start to stitch a second one? I'm assuming (and we all know what happens when you assume) I planned to give to a friend. Well, at least Lydia #2 is all stitched.
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