Cold hands...

...warm heart. Is that a saying in English? I think it is in other languages, so it must be here. I remember hearing that a lot in Paris. Who said that to me? Either Vanessa or René. My hands are SO cold that I feel bad changing Lucie's diaper. She doesn't like it very much.

I want so badly to write, I think what might help me is to leave the dashboard open all day and just do one entry per day. I am also sewing a lot now, making dresses for Lucie. They are okay, just a beginning smock-y type thing. The next one I do will be a little fancier, I hope. Almost like a wrap. I bought a neat paisley pattern this week. We shall see...