My cousin Pamela brought a toy called a “cricut” to the superbowl gathering at my mom’s. Molly was making cards and I took the leftover punchout bits and made a design of my own.
I glued on a few seed beads just ’cause what-the-hell.
This was a busy day — painted bathroom trim, worked on the steamer trunk — but mostly had my head in the clouds because I met my brother’s baby two hours after he was born. It made my brain go squishy and I am not yet recovered.