On Sunday my daughter had her little needle accident at the end of our patwork quilt workshop. The fright was great but meanwhile we are over it. The damage at her nail is hardly visible any more, just a little red dot as if she had painted it accidentally with an edding marker. But at the knuckle the accident is still visible as the puncture of the narcotic injection made a big black bruis which now is rather greenish. Puh, everythink worked out well.
Today my daughter received a letter with a handwritten address in a very nice handwriting. At first we thought it to be from her 95-year old aunt but then we saw it was the teacher and a lot of the participants that had written on a beautiful card made on indian paper with a pretty elephant. Isn’t that gorgous?
My daughter was very happy about the greetings and very proud that the grown-ups had seen her braveness. With so much loving help she hopefully with forget her accident soon and keep sewing.
And I am happy about having met so many wonderful, good-hearted people.