I had plans not to get up and walk around on it too much, but Branson's little sister came up from Texas, and he is ever the doting brother. We walked around downtown for a good handful of hours. Then we joined his older sister and her husband for some Thai food. That day was pretty awesome, but my foot hurt. When we got home I took my brace off and Branson's mouth hit the floor. I didn't have those nasty bruises when I woke up. Oh, well.
Seeing as I've been made to get up and walk around, I have been going through scraps of fabric and sewing a little bit here and there. Especially when I need a little pick-me-up. But let us face the cold truth: I always need a sewing pick me up. Good thing I have a whole day before the family BBQ to work on some new creation. I win.
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The top of my foot doesn't look too bad.
The right side of my foot is a little bit worse for wear.
Holy moly, that's a lot of purple, eh? That's the worse side, but that's the side I fell on...
Oh, well.
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