I was never the kid that hid under the covers with a flashlight reading a book when I was supposed to be sleeping. I was the kid that hid under the covers without a flashlight reading a book when I was supposed to be sleeping. Still, my husband will find me on the couch with no lights on just after the sun has gone down squinting at a book. He even bought me a book light to try to remedy my stubbornness, but of course it sits unused on my bedside table.
Point is, I have some strange aversion to turning on lights. Maybe it’s the environmentalist in me. Maybe if I had an Ott-Lite all would change. The lesson I learned last night is… don’t bead in the dark. Just don’t do it. If you do, you might end up having to take out eight rows because you thought one pink was another pink. So… here is my progress minus eight rows.
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