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Enter spring.

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Henry's wound is healing nicely. He has adopted an air of pensive melancholy since the incident.
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Things I made. Rye bread, and two cloth bread bags.
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Yellow cupcakes and a cake stand liner.
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I'm trying to decorate. I never finished decorating for Easter, but these are some vintage cards.
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I tried something different for the bathroom curtain.
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I tried making an oven mitt from my own pattern, but it didn't work. I'm going to try again though.
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Birds building a nest outside the sewing room.


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And the biddies. Left to right: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty (possibly Prince Charming), Beauty, Snow White. Look at those feathers. They are getting plump now too.

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