She reappeared with this.

She spent about an hour cursing the sewing machine, and she was significantly less chatty for a couple days last week (almost disappearing entirely for a period of time), but once again my wife has amazed me. The photographs don’t do it justice. The larger bag is actually a drawstring backpack, and the smaller piece is a crayon holder. It has individual pockets for each crayon, and once full, you roll it up, tie it off, and you’re ready to go.

All this was made for the birthday boy of one of Elysha’s close friends.

My manuscript is seven months old. Last night I passed 90,000 words. It has already sold in 7 different countries even though it is not finished.

I still consider Elysha’s creations a more remarkable bit of creation.