It seems to take a full minute to register what is in the mail, with the self-addressed envelopes I mailed with the unfinished blocks. Not so early (?) onset dementia, perhaps? Then, I remember, and eagerly tear open the paper to reveal another treasure.
Once again, I am blown away by the beauty of simple stitching, with blank spaces, wishing I could have done mine so well. Helen Murrell's block brings our count up to ten.