Tears and rage are useless pastimes. Nothing is happening except self abuse. I let go wanting what I no longer have. And I also figured out when I can do things. You know. Stuff that must be done.
I'm good from breakfast to lunch. That's when I weave or keep doctor appointments. I'm OK from lunch till supper. I weave some more, do something that interests me, read a book. After supper I watch some Netflix, see if my fingers will knit, write a blog, read blogs.
Last night I was busy until after supper, when I set out to put up a second page on my web page. That was a disaster. Like I said, I made such a mess of the job I just closed down the web page, hoping for that old salvation of not saving the work to get me back to square one the next day. Where the Towels Live did not happen yesterday, at least not on my web page.
And so I started after lunch, following the directions a line at a time. That's always the solution. Pictures are up. Still a glitch; the link to Where the Towels Live at the top of the page does not work, but will later on. The link at the bottom is live and good, so go for it.
I hope they are all there, though I know I didn't post all of multiples I received. They are up fairly alphabetically; that's how my computer saved the pictures. If you want something changed on yours, let me know. I can do it now.
If you want your towel(s) posted, send me the picture. Kelly opened her package and sent me a picture: