With spring popping off outside—flowers blooming, birds chirping, pollen trying to murder us ??—our stitching sessions get an extra dose of joy. The sunlight streams through the window, illuminating our latest masterpieces and our latest gray hairs. We swap stories about grandkids, hot flashes, and that one time Sue tried to knit instead of stitch and ended up with a scarf no one could explain. Spoiler: it’s still in her closet, haunting her. ?

Spring’s all about renewal, and honestly, there’s nothing more refreshing than laughing with friends who’ve known you since shoulder pads were a thing. Cross stitching keeps our hands busy and our hearts full—plus, it’s a great way to avoid texting the kids back too fast. “Sorry, sweetie, Nana’s stitching!” ?

The Moral of the Story: Age is Just a Number, Laughter is Forever

Growing old with friends and a cross stitch needle in hand is like winning the jackpot of life. Sure, we might need reading glasses to see the pattern, and yeah, we might accidentally stitch our sleeves to the fabric (looking at you, Diane ?), but every oops and giggle makes it worth it. We’re not just making art; we’re making memories—one stitch, one belly laugh at a time.

So here’s to growing old disgracefully, surrounded by fabric, floss, and the best humans we know. Cheers to cross stitching our way through the golden years—because if we’re going down, we’re going down laughing. ?❤️

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