It is impossible to tell from the above picture, but trust me, the 224 was NOT the 224. I even asked Brian and Madeleine to be sure. So I ripped out the offending floss and stitched in 224. Much better. I will show you an updated picture next time.
I forgot to mention on my last post that I had written down and saved three corrections to the floral border that I had come across. I wish I could recall where I came across this information. I cannot. If you want the pattern corrections, I am more than willing to share these with you, just send me an email. The corrections are all made here:
When a well-to-do family asks Sallie Riehl to be their daughter's nanny for the summer at their Cape May, New Jersey, vacation home, she jumps at the chance to broaden her horizons beyond the Lancaster County Amish community where she grew up. Sallie has long dreamed of seeing more of the world, but her parents are reluctant for her to put off baptism yet another summer, and the timing is unfortunate for Perry Zook, who has renewed interest in courting her.
Though she loves nannying, Sallie has free time on the weekends to enjoy the shore. It is there that she meets Kevin Kreider, a marine biology student who talks freely about all he's learning and asks about her interests, unlike most of the guys she grew up with. Time with Kevin is invigorating, and Sallie realizes she's never felt quite this alive around Perry. Then again, Kevin is Mennonite, not Amish.
Sallie tries to brush aside her growing feelings for Kevin, but she fears what her parents would think about her new friendship. Just as concerning, however, is Sallie's realization that her time in Cape May is increasing her desire to see the world, challenging her plans for the future. Has she been too hasty with her promises, or will Sallie only find what her heart is longing for back home in Paradise Township?
I have learned Botox does NOT make me invincible to the sun.😢 I did get some gardening done this weekend. I cannot get gardening done in ANY kind of sun. I have to stick to really early morning hours, early in the evening hours, or if I want to risk it, work in the garden on a very cloudy day. Usually when it is cold and yucky and no one else wants to be out in the garden. I love gardening. Or at least I used to. When I could.
Thank you for stopping by today my friends. I appreciate your comments and most of all your friendship.
Stitching and praying,
Vickie