I managed to finish up a few wristlet zipper pouches tonight. Sadly, I hadn't sewn a stitch in weeks.
This is our boy, eagerly waiting to cheer for his dad on the last leg of an Olympic-distance tri. When the moment came, our little guy whooped his best imitation of a whistle, which I found adorable, and Dad found encouraging.
Our CSA (community sharing agriculture) shares are changing again, which highlights how quickly time goes by. This is the last of our summer squash, along with some delicious fresh tomatoes ready to be tossed with tortellini.