A bit of doodle-y floral never comes amiss, in my book. Which, this year, is of the Traveller's kind (and apologies for the British spelling - one 'l' just doesn't look right to my old eyes).
But don't look too close - there are lots of missed bits, uneven bits, and not taking care in getting right up to the edges. Or sometimes going over them. And life will probably be like that this year too - you never know just how things are going to pan out ... After a pair of scissors, a clothes label from a Christmas gift and a clutch of threads ...
... I ended up here, quite unexpectedly. Or perhaps started here, might be more accurate.
Ten days in, and it's still feeling good. I am, amazingly, still smiling. And you?