Stitch This

I don’t tend to follow. I don’t mean that in a bad, superior way, I just shy away from the crowd. So I never really do ‘organised’ posts either. But this caught my eye…a recipe for you, of you, just you. Here’s mine

a slug of silence, a pinch of martyrdom, a sniff of regret, a bale of children’s snotty kisses, a yell of frustration, a sigh of memory, a kiss of love, a kick of gumption and an intake of hope.

no cooking instructions since I can’t stand beiGG told what too do. Just open and enjoy.