Knock, Knock!

Do all my craft room characters look slightly shy to you? Slightly hopeful they will be invited to the party of their holiday?

It seems I stitch my own character into each and every one. Oh my goodness, why on earth did I get partnered with Joe for an evening of card playing with my Twirly Swirly Girl? He would play a card, and I would play the totally wrong card knowing as soon as I layed it down I had made the wrong move. Worse still was the absolute kindness of Joe's comforting words, "That's okay."  I was mortified to have to give the poor kid a hug as they left for the evening. I wanted to call on the phone before they had even rounded the corner, "I'll practice before the next time, I promise!"

Did my own mother feel this pressure to make a good impression on my soon to be husband? My husband has said he nearly didn't survive the endless Chef Pierre's Apple Dumplings he had to eat every time he called once my mother had discovered they were made in his home town.

Knock, Knock. Who's there? Orange you glad it's your Mother-In-Law!

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