My true love gave to me three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
Unfortunately due to a moving snafu and the start of teaching, I won't be able to complete the fourth day in time for Christmas (and my fall art sale in Chelsea) this year, especially if I hope to complete an envelope liner. But I am very happy with the three plump hens. They came to fruition on September 11, ten years after such a sad day. Living in NYC this year, it was more potent than I expected. I was glad to have something for my hands to do. Do you recognize the same border from the partridge? I think it looks much different with its new French inhabitants.