All is Well.

My darling Agatha is back from the shop. Those shop people must think I'm nutty. I was there within 15 minutes of them telling me they could fix her, and as soon as they called today, I threw the baby* at my husband and bolted down to pick Agatha up.

Now, back to work quilting.

*I wouldn't literally throw my baby at anyone. 99.9% of you probably understand that, but just in case someone is freaking out because they think I threw my baby, well, rest assured. There was no baby throwing. Although, even if there was, I'm pretty sure the baby would adapt mid-flight and land in a stunning display of acrobatics because that's just the kind of kid he is. Sheer awesome, peeps.

Also, I'm getting a late Christmas present! Both of my boys are still sleeping, so I can get some sewing in right now! Adios.