I was thinking...

I was just commenting on Hwey's blog.

And it was something to do with stitching/cross-stitching.

Suddenly, random thoughts came flushing in.

I like reading. I like cross-stitching. I don't think I'll ever be able to marry.

And what do you get?

A scene where I'm a little old lady with a head full of grey, sitting in a rocking chair with my back to the window, with the morning sun illuminating the room. The chair emits rhythmic squeaks as I push my toes against the- uh, linoleum floor? No. Hardwood floor- push myself against the hardwood floor. A side table on my right sits a novel that has been bookmarked.

I'll be stitching with an ol' grandma smile plastered on my face, wearing grandma clothes... Which are?? I'm not quite sure myself.

I need another genre to read.

What say you?

Don't shy-shy. Come, come.. Talk, talk.