I spent a good part of this past weekend (in between coughing fits and naps) winding bobbins with embroidery floss. The feel of the thread and the rote motion of it all was quite soothing, actually. Plus, all of the colors felt like candies in my lap. The girls thought so too and became quite giddy when selecting the next skein for me to work with.
Now my fingers are just itchin' for a new project. Maybe some cloth napkins with juicy looking fruit at the corner.