I am going to can some chicken. I have been so delighted with the meat that I’ve canned that I am expanding my repertoire. It’s so nice to pull a jar off the self and have a meal ready to go.
I have visions of boy dolls dancing in my head as well as a slew of new ideas I want to try. The Bangor trip on Monday provided me with a pile of fabric itching to be made into dolly clothes. I have an audible book to make the sewing experience even more enjoyable.