I found that when my daughters were teenagers ( we all know about the temperaments of teenagers), my stitching was so tight I could hardly block the piece when it was finished. However, just the act of doing it may have saved their lives.
I found sitting by Mom in hospitals and when she was dying, the fact that something I was working on was rising from the ashes made the sitting more bearable.
There is a joy I watch in my customers faces every time we work in choosing just the right colors and stitches Huggee - the joy that piece will bring them.
Hopefully, we will all experience a little of that this July at home, at the beach, on your travels. If we do NOT get to the beach, I know one husband who will try to destroy my Huggee until I can get away.
Granny Week is going on now, so must go feed the munchkins or once again there will be no Huggee in our house. Also no stitching - the hardest part.