Dec 4, 2016


I can't have full bliss because...well, you know...but that doesn't mean that I can't have a little semi bliss on a chilly Sunday morning, right?
This is my first Christmas present to myself this year.  I am so excited about it that I did a little prancy dance out there in the driveway in front of God and everybody when I realized that the new delivery guy didn't forget me today...he just delivered to the wrong mailbox.

(At least I hope that was the case....otherwise, I've swiped my neighbor's newspaper!)

I wish I could tell you how darn happy this stupid paper makes me.  It's like a big fat box of chocolates that I get to open and savor...piece by piece...section by section...all week long.  Oh, what joy!

Now before you tell me that I could have been reading the paper on my iPad thingie, let me just state once and for all that I am a purist and simply must have the feel of ink on paper in my hand with my damn good cup of coffee or the whole experience just flops.

So that's my day today.  Coffee, the Sunday papers, the fireplace set to toasty, and then some beading on dear Vaceila.  She's almost ready for her halo and headpiece:

If all goes according to plan I will finish her up and get started on a Guild assignment that needs my urgent attention.  We are piloting a class and have to have it completed soon, and I have yet to start the darn thing!  Given my propensity for seeking acceptance and approval constantly, I'd better get crackin' or I'm going to have to go sit in the corner...ashamed and alone to contemplate my failure.


But first, the paper!   And coffee!

Here's hoping that your Sunday is as blissful as it can possibly be.  Do something that makes your heart sing and your skirt blow up and come tell me all about it!

Dec 3, 2016


Do you remember, about a year ago, when Stewey and I saw the bright yellow tree out back with the one red leaf smack dab in the middle of it?

Remember?  I waxed all poetical and took a craptastic photo of it:
See?  Right there in the middle.  One.  Red.  Leaf.

So today I came home from an all day outing with my Guild first since Stewey died, and as I was passing him in his little wooden box on his perch on the back of the loveseat, something caught my eye out the back window:
Can you see it?  Right there in the middle of the tree?  

Look closely....

Right damn smack in the middle of that tree is a bright red cardinal.

Yup.  A bright red cardinal.  If my old wives tales are up to date and accurate, I think that when you see a bright red cardinal, it means that a loved one that has passed is thinking of you.  Or hovering nearby. Or something to that effect.

All I do know is that the universe is either telling me that everything is going to be OK and that Stewey is having a grand time of it up there wherever he is, or I have finally flipped my wig entirely and a bright red cardinal smack dab in the damn middle of a green tree means nothing other than it's cardinal tree sitting time and that I might want to consider upping my meds.

So...that's what happened here today.  What's up in your neck of the woods?

Dec 1, 2016


Just when I thought I was safe, I awoke yesterday to a weepy, funky mess of a self all day long.  It was bad enough that at nine o'clock last night I actually started laughing at how silly I must look...shuffling about the house with tissues stuffed in my cuffs and blubbering incoherently to the Christmas tree.

I think I read someplace that grief comes in waves, but this is a little nuts.  One minute I'm at the Martins buying bagels and peanut butter, and the next minute I'm face down in a puddle of tears clutching Stewey's blanket like I'm a deranged three year old.

So much for handling things with dignity and grace.

I supose that a qualified mental health professional would tell me that what I'm doing is actually normal, and is probably a release of grief from every loss.  I was twenty-one when Mom died and had Dad and Chrissy to look after, and when Dad died some seventeen years later I guess I was still in the "be strong and lead your family" mode.

Now it's just me, and I don't need to suck it up and act like I've got it semi together, so I suppose all of it has decided to just gush out all over my freshly swept floors. For the first time since 1987 I guess I am feeling like it's OK to be sad and weak and raw and a holy crock pot of a royal mess.

What a strange sensation....

The good news is that the wave seems to have passed today, and so far I've managed to get through a damn good cup of coffee, the paper, and the Jumble without any meltdowns.  The Sudoko might be another story, though, so I'm not going to put the hanky away just yet.

I have a few small errands to run (more beads for Vaceila!), and then it's home to pay bills, do a little laundry, and get some serious stitching done.  I am feeling the need to insert a little Christmas stitching into my "All Vaceila all the time" rotation, so a trip upstairs to the studio might be in order!

Thanks for letting me ponder and ramble, dear friends.  I've always loathed the concept of sharing one's most inner secrets (despite my propensity for doing exactly that on this here blog), but it sure feels nice to know that a tender heart is in such wonderful hands!

Nov 30, 2016


A billion beads down, a jillion to go...

Nov 28, 2016


I can't lift my arms, and walking from the bedroom to the coffee maker took about half an hour, but here are the Official Spinster Stitcher 2016 Fun Old Fashioned Family Christmas decorations.

(Sorry for the craptastic's gloomy today).

The blob in the center under the wreath is actually a cute little sleigh that made its way into the cart during a late night Michael's expedition:

I love Jim Sore Santas:

Don't look too closely at some of those frames, kids...they're just temporary.

I told Stewey to knock on his little box if he had any objections, but so good. (Yup, that's him on his perch with his spaceship and a pumpkin.  I'm still moving him from room to room to be close to me.)

(What can I say?  I'm greiving.)

(It's a process.)

I'm going to go soak in a hot tub and hit the Tylenol bottle and then it's back to Vaceila and her beads!

Happy, Monday!

Nov 27, 2016


Christmas has come to Spinster's Hollow.  But first, we have the Thanksgiving report.

I woke up in time for the parade, a damn good cup of coffee, and a mini quiche.  I confess that I was a little bleary-eyed due to the final six episodes of Gilmore Girls that I watched the night before, but I made it through the parade, got the annual goosebumps upon the appearance of Santa, and headed to the kitchen to prepare my little feast.  

Turkey (from the Honey Baked Ham place so that it would taste like ham instead of turkey), mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, Ina's Sagaponak corn pudding, green bean casserole, and cranberry sauce.  And a pumpkin praline pie that I baked the night before.  It took two hours to futz and chop and sautee and cook and exactly eleven minutes to eat.

While I ate, I watched  You've Got Mail, and then in a fit of inspiration decided to watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation while I contemplated a turkey sandwich (turkey, mayo, salt and pepper, and celery sticks on Pepperidge Farm white bread, aka a Siggie Special).

Can I just tell you that watching that movie was probably the smartest decision I've made in a very long time?

When Stewey died, I pretty much decided that I was just going to go to bed and wait for this year to be over.  I figured if I played my cards right, I could completely ignore everything about Christmas and the holidays in general and just wake up some time next April.

But as I sat there watching Clark and all of his tomfoolery, it occured to me that I love Christmas.  Always have.  And so did Stewey.  But the last four years or so have been one big fat fail in the festivity department, and I allowed myself to bah humbug my way through December because I didn't have the time or energy or money or family or spirit to decorate or shop or cook or plan or enjoy.

Pardon my French, but this year as I watched Clark grit his teeth and declare that the Griswolds were going to have a fun old fashioned family Christmas, I stood up, brushed the pie crumbs off of my eighteen year old sweatshirt and declared $@&!* on myself.  I declared $@&!* on anybody convincing me not to celebrate Christmas this year because I don't have the time or energy or money or family or spirit to decorate or shop or cook or plan or enjoy and I put my shoe and socks on and I pulled the car out of the garage and spent the next three days blaring Christmas music and decorating my house.

Outside AND inside this year, thankyouverymuch.  I haven't decorated the inside of my house for Christmas since 2012.  And you know what?  That's just $@&!*.

So tonight as I was finishing up the tree, I looked at Stewey's little box and told him that I miss him like crazy and still reserve the right to bawl my eyes out every time I think about him not being here, but that he would probably love this year's effort because it is the perfect combination of elegant and whimsical...just like he was.  The tree is sporting his top hat and white feather boa and the big white wall of nothingness has a few freashly framed pieces that I'll send off to be properly done next year.

I'm absolutle exhausted and will probably pay for all of this with bad kidney numbers next week, but for now I'm just going to sit here in the glow of the lights....happy that I was able to get started with what I hope will be a wonderful holiday this year.  I know I'm still going to have my days and I know I probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, but for the first time in a long time...I almost feel like things just might work out OK after all.

Full pictures tomorrow in the daylight.  For now, though, I will leave you wil a pic of my very favorite part of it all:

Nov 24, 2016


Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends near and far.  Today I am thinking about all of the many wonderful blessings in my life, and I'm giving thanks that even in the darkest times the light and love of your friendship and compassion shines through.  I hope that you find yourself surrounded with happiness and joy and everything your heart desires!

Nov 21, 2016


It's been exactly a week today.

There are moments when I feel like it's still happening, and I'm pretty sure that my heart will actually physically break from the hurt of it, and then at other times it feels like it's been a thousand years ago.

Silly, isn't it, to be so completely gutted over the passing of...a dog?  You would think that I have lost all rational perspective and am finally, once and for all, going round the bend.  Dogs don't live forever.  They get sick and they die, just like we do.  It's the circle of life, the passage of time, etc etc etc.

But my brain has apparently lost the ability to convince my heart that things like this happen and we get through it, and I am mourning every loss (Mom, Dad, Uncle Connie, Dr. Dan...) along with missing Stewey.  

What was it that Queen Elizabeth said during a rough patch?  Something about a horrible year (I can't remember the Latin at the moment).  Well, I suppose that 2016 is going to go down in my own little history book at a horrible year indeed.  I lost my sister, the last little bits of my health (both physical and mental?), the love of my life, and every other thing that made  I'm thinking that January 1, 2017 just can't get here soon enough for Yours Truly.

But first, there are thousands of things to be thankful for.  Like the autumn light that still insists on coming in the back windows.  Or the hundreds of comments and notes and prayers and virtual hugs that have (literally) saved me.  The best gift came on Friday when I got the call that Stewey's ashes were ready to be picked up.  I had been dreading and fretting about a proper resting place for him, and when I opened the plain cardboard box, there it was.  A lovely little carved wooden box with Stewey inside and daisies carved on the top.  I don't know if the vet or the pet mortuary knew about Stewey's connection to and love of daisies, but there they are.  Right where we can both enjoy them.

I've promised myself that I will just  feel it and that I will move through this in my own time, and so far that is working.  The laundry has somehow gotten done and the dishes have somehow made it to the dishwasher, and the house is somehow still standing.  Vaceila has a few more beads and the television has been on and off as I stumble from day to day and night to night and just try to figure it out.

Thank you, dear friends, for your love and patience.  

With much love,

Nov 14, 2016

Stewey Angus Willowswamp
May 13, 2005 - November 14, 2016

Mr. Stewey Angus Willowswamp, age 11, passed away peacefully in his Mo-ther's arms at 4pm on Monday, November 14 due to complications from bone cancer.

Stewey was born on May 13, 2005 to canine parents Angus Willowswamp and Arrowhead (Headly) Willowswamp at the Willowswamp Farm in the cornfields of Ligonier, Indiana.  He was the youngest (and smallest) of three boys, two of whom are presumed to be living in Ohio.  He was nicknamed Mr. Fuzzy by the caretaker at Willowswamp due to his unusually soft and downy coat of snowy white fur.

On July 6, 2005, he was united with his adoptive human mother, Coni J. Rich.  She survives him, along with his Aunt Chrissy Rich of Goshen, Indiana and his cousin, Mr. Bosco Oliver Willowswamp, recently of Goshen, Indiana also.

Mr. Willowswamp was formally educated at the Magrane Pet Medical Center Puppy School, from which he received a Diploma of Completion and Congratulation.  He did, however, insist on continuing his education beyond the courses offered at Magrane, and was rather autodidactic in his educational enthusiasms.  He read voraciously, and was interested in world affairs, the history of his native homeland, Great Britain, and fashion.

He was well known for his charming disposition, bon vivant attitude, and quick wit.  A silk smoking jacket, cravat, and properly prepared afternoon tea were all necessary to maintain the cosmopolitan lifestyle that he rather enjoyed, despite his humble beginnings and simpleton companion.

Along with his Mo-ther, Mr. Willowswamp created The Spinster Stitcher blog.  It was here that he was able to write about his day to day life with a crazy needlework-obsessed spinster, and due to his charasmatic personality, he made very loyal and dear friends across the globe.  He cherished the notes, cards, letters, and gifts that he received, and in his last days the love and well wishes that were expressed were a lovely comfort to both he and his Mo-ther.

Private services will take place at a later date.  Mr. Willowswamp's last wishes were to share the following words with his faithful and adoring fans:

My very dear friends,
It is with a sad and heavy heart that I bid you all adieu.  As you know, I have been decidedly unwell these last many months, and alas, I was unable to win the battle against a fierce enemy.  My life has been a grand adventure, and for that I am very happy.  To have shared it with you all was an unexpectected gift that I will cherish...deeply.  I leave my Mo-ther in your capable hands.  She and I loved each other beyond our wildest imaginings.  Until we meet again, I remain your faithful and devoted pal.


Nov 12, 2016


This really is proof that I am not, in fact, a fourteen year old boy.

I suppose that in the context of Veterans' Day and the fact that our opponent today is Army, this might make a little more sense.


Would a few beads or sequins have killed them?

Nov 10, 2016


My whacky eating patterns continue.

Today I had my shot of juice (to wash down the morning meds), a damn good cup of coffee (with cream and Truvia), and a bagel with crunchy peanut butter.  For dinner, I made a lovely tossed salad with tomatoes, olives, a little blue cheese, and Olive Garden house dressing.

All in all, a fairly good day.

But as I settled in to watch a movie that I picked up at the library (Damage, with Jeremy Irons and Juliette Binoche) I wanted...something.

Popcorn would have been good, but I'm out.

So I fished around in the pantry and came up with a box of pretzel mix that I forgot I had, and in about an hour I had big fat soft hot pretzels right out of the oven!  
Not bad for a first try, eh?

Stewey loved them (I was careful to give him the non-salty parts), and he was particularly good during his bandage change as a thank you. 

I will definitely try these again, and who knows?  Maybe I'll try my hand at something cheesy to dip them in!

No stitching tonight.  My patio/garden cleaning and running around have knocked me for a bit of a loop, so methinks we're going to watch one more Gilmore Girls and call it a night! 

(Right after I hit the Tylenol bottle!)


My newspaper was late today, so instead of hitting the Happy Chair with my coffee, I went outside and FINALLY cleaned up the patio and garden for winter.

Stewey supervised.
This is the latest that I've waited to do this chore, and the fretting and hand-wringing and complaining about it for the last month and a half was not worth the twenty minutes it took to complete.

That seems to be the general pattern around here.  I fret and moan and kvetch and pull my hair out over the prospects of doing something (like laundry or emptying the dishwasher or making the bed) and I end up wasting more energy thinking about doing the thing than the actual doing would take in the first damn place.

Oh well.  Everybody needs a hobby, right?

Speaking of is my beading progress on Vaceila.  I am still really enjoying this part of the piece, and cannot believe how much the beading adds to the look of it!  I finished adding all of the gold beads.  Now it's on to some lovely pinkish brown ones (that are, unfortunately, very hard to see in the photo below):

That's the report for the day.  I am off to a doctor's appointment, labwork, and then the library this afternoon, and then it will be time to hit the Happy Chair for more Gilmores tonight!  I am almost through season three...getting ready for Rory's graduation!

Good grief, how I love this show!

Nov 9, 2016


Today (and much of yesterday and the day before) was an exercise in frustration.  As the duly designated newsletter editor of one of my guilds, and as a columnist fir Needlepoint Now, I am, from time to time, required to put the metaphorical pen to paper and submit my drivel for review.

Now, you might be thinking to yourself "What's the hig deal, Spinster Stitcher?  You submit your drivel on this here blog for review, and it doesn't seem to give you too much angst."

Well, it's a matter of equipment, it would seem.  I am able to blog on my iPad thingie from the friendly confines of my Happy Chair.  More extensive writing requies that I go into my office and fire up the 97-year old desktop computer that I got somewhere in the Mesozoic Era.

So for three days I have been futzing and swearing and tweaking and banging the keyboard of said relic with the hopes of assembling both the newsletter and my column without bloodshed or a nervous breakdown.

I made it out of there semi-OK, but the poor little man trapped inside the damn thing with the stone tablet and chisel is never going to be the same.

Stupid technology.

If all goes according to plan, I will take myself to the Best Buy and think about an early Christmas present to myself of a contraption that will allow me to join you all in the 21st century.  Heck, while I'm there I might even consider upgrading my rotary phone and black and white console television!

The radio and horse and buggy, however stay.

Nov 7, 2016


This was at 3pm, when he decided to pop his head up from his afternoon nap...

And here he is, playing "Hide the Stewey" moments ago...

He was futzing around in his toy basket, so I decided we'd just dump the whole thing out for a little play time.  Who knew it would make such a fun and comfy pillow?!

Silly dog.  Wonder what he's planning to do next?


Somebody is disappointed that today's bandage is plain and functional and not embellished with little paw prints...

Another evening of beading and Gilmoring resulted in...

Funny thing...I discovered that my stamina for beading is much lower than for stitching.  Progress seems so meagre when there are beads involved!

We're hoping that your week is off to a good start.  Happy Monday!

Nov 6, 2016


Still snoozing....

And beading....

Our little clinic for treatment of the Stinky Toes...

Yesterday and this morning have been quite lovely, actually.  We're moving at a different pace now.  Following the sun from spot to spot, eating when we're hungry, and sleeping when we're sleepy.  In between, there's lots of beading and Gilmore watching and talking and reading.  A different pace, but a good one, to be sure.

This afternoon I will write a long list of all of the stuff I should do this week, and then we'll think about a grocery/Target run for provisions.  Turkey bacon and baby wipes make for an interesting shopping cart combo, esprcially when you add a few bags of clearanced Halloween candy and an industrial size jar of crunchy peanut butter to the mix.  What can I say?  Sometimes you just have to go with the flow...

The love and support that is flooding in is overwhelming, to say the least.  I read each and every one of your comments, cards, letters, and postcards aloud to Stewey during our afternoon tea time and his heart (and mine) fill to almost bursting.  Thank you, dear friends.

Nov 5, 2016


A little sun snoozing...

A little beading...

A little leaf peeping...

A little magazine reading...

Nov 1, 2016


Stewey and I woke up early today and enjoyed a few minutes of morning sunshine spilling across the pillows.  We're in a new normal, but one that is peaceful and lovely...just taking things moment by moment and doing whatever feels right.

He is snoozing in the sun and I am in the Happy Chair, stitching the last bit of cross stitching on Vaceila before starting her beading.  Later, we might take a nap or go outside or just sit in front of the TeeVee...but we're together and for that I am profoundly happy and thankful.

Here's hoping that your November has started well and that you, too, are doing what you love with your own Little doing it with you.

(The image, which I love, is a piece by the artist Sam very favorite!)

Oct 30, 2016


So I went face first into binge-watching Gilmore Girls yesterday, and I made it through the first five episodes.  I can't believe it took me this long to get on board.  I'm in!

Coffee and witty banter tor everybody!

Oct 28, 2016


Scene One: A living room somewhere in the Midwestern U.S.  A portly spinster sits quietly in her Happy Chair, perusing the Pinterest.  In another room, a little dog rests in his little night-night bed...having tucked himself to bed early.

Suddenly, the little dog appears in the doorway.  The Spinster screams in terror.  The little dog grimaces as blood and gore drip from his muzzle, his arms, his torso, his good leg, his bad leg....from everywhere.  

At first, the Spinster thinks she has been transported to the set of a Steven King movie.  Once she stops screaming and regains her senses, she realizes that the little dog's bad leg has opened and she immediately goes into triage mode.

Four bitten fingers, a bottle of sterile saline, six rolls of toilet paper, and four hours later, the Spinster and the little dog collapse into exhausted heaps.  The blood and gore have been staunched for now, but the trauma of the Spinster's feeble attempt at combat nursing armed with nothing but toilet papaer and scotch tape will last forever.  She is spent, but very happy that she did not follow her instinct, which was to dial 911, fake a heart attack, and then ask the paramedics to help her restrain, clean, and bandage the little dog's leg before transporting her to the hospital.


Scene Two:  A Ford Escape makes its way slowly to the PetSmart in the early morning light.  A portly spinster grimly grips the steering wheel while praying silently for guidance.  And a latte.

She returns to the filthy, yet deeply loved little house with:

Scene Three:  The portly spinster sits in her Happy Chair sipping her third cup of coffee.  Moments ago, she calmly and expertly cleaned and dressed the little dog's leg while he quietly looked out the window with his muzzle on, thus safely preventing further unpleasantness.  The spinster is absolutely thrilled that she is now capable of dealing with this situation and will hot have to rely on ingenuity, toilet paper, and Scotch tape to McGiver her way into the What Not To Do Veterinary Hall of Fame.

Her fingers, sadly, are going to take a little longer to heal.

The End.

Oct 27, 2016


When I decide to break out of a rut I do so.  

With gusto.

Yesterday, I told you about the menu that Yours Truly has been enjoying (i.e., stuck on) for the last little bit.  Today, though, I am happy to report that my food selections were a little more....varied.

I woke up late for a doctor's appointment, so instead of my bagel and peanut butter, I grabbed a Honeycrisp apple the size of my head and munched it on the way.


When I got home, I couldn't resist firing up the old toaster, so bagel with crunchy peanut butter it was.

(I know, I know....but this was a considerably better option than hitting the McDonald's drive through for sausage biscuits and a Hi C).

(I love High C.  I order it with my sausage biscuits because it has vitamins in it and I figure that the benefits of them completely balances the salt, fat, cholesteral, etc. of the sausage biscuits.)

Then I got lost on the Pinterest this afternoon and decided to channel my inner Ina and spend some time in the kitchen.  So I putzed and futzed and chopped and diced and stirred and seasoned and sat down in the Happy Chair with an enormous bowl of shrimp and mushroom fettucine.

Holey was, quite possibly, the best meal I have ever made.

It's easy peasey...sautee mushrooms, onion, garlic, and all of the spices in butter until nicely browned.  Deglaze with a little white wine.  Add parmesean cheese, cream, and the shrimp to heat through, and then dump the cooked pasta in and mix it all up.

Now, you'd think that would have been enough decadence for one day, but this is me we're talking about.

Moments ago, I made snickerdoodles and then decided to break out the tub of cream cheese frosting and make snickerdoodle/cream cheese frosting sandwiches.

Stewey watched all of the proceedings with both amusement and horror.  He had a sensible dinner of Purina Little Bites, some turkey bacon, and an impertinent little merlot.

They REALLY should make pills for this.

Tomorrow is going to be stitching and nothing but help me!


Confirmation that sometimes all you need is the view of something you love to make the world a better place...

Oct 25, 2016


I am in a very strange eating pattern.  I read somewhere that changes in appetite are normal with kidney patients, but this is a little nuts.

Every morning I eat an everything bagel with crunchy peanut butter on it.  I'm not sure when this started, but it is the only thing that really hits the spot once the newspaper has been read, the coffee has been slurped, and the Jumble and Sudoku have been solved.

Unless I'm out with my stitchy peeps, I don't really eat lunch, but at about 3 o'clock I find myself going face first into a little bowl of dip that I make with cream cheese, dried beef, green onions, and cheddar cheese.  I put little globs of it on Snyder's sourdough pretzels.

The pizza is where the wheels are coming off the bus, because I've been making bar-be-que chicken pizza for dinner every night for about a week. I use a Stonefire pizza crust and then put chicken, red onion, and garlic on top that I've browned and carmelized and then tossed with Sweet Baby Ray's sweet and spicy sauce.  A little mozzarella...bake at 400 degrees for 13 minutes, and then stand back.

Holey Schmoley....I'm getting hungry just thinking about it!

Vaceila has a partial wing.  I better get the other one on or she's just going to fly around in circles!

Stewey is hanging in there.  He had a good night sleep and is snoozing in the sun.  

Tomorrow we're going to try to get the house clean.  We got bills paid today and the dining room table cleaned off, so now it's time to move on to the rest of the house!

Happy Tuesday to you and yours...we're off like a herd of turtles!

Oct 22, 2016


We had a good night's sleep in the big girl sleigh bed...snoodled under the covers.  At various points during the night we woke up and listened to the radio, and we happened to catch Bruce Springsteen on a program talking about his new book...very interesting.

Stewey is happily camped out in his favorite spot...toasting his tiny little buns with his pumpkins not far away...

I finished my damn good cup of coffee and made it through all three puzzles:

And Vaceila is ready to receive some more of her wings:

So we're off to a good start.  I'm going to have a little breakfast and get some laundry sploshing, and then settle in to enjoy the day.  Hope you all do the same!

Oct 21, 2016


Stewey's leg worsened overnight, so we made a trip to see Dr. Niemann first thing this morning.  Unfortunately, it appears that the tumor is growing and his poor skin is starting to abscess from the pressure of it.  He's not in pain and does not seem to be too bothered by it, but I'm afraid that I will have to let him go in these next few weeks.  

My instinct was to come home, crawl in bed, and just bawl the day away, but somehow my car turned itself toward campus instead.  Before I knew it, Stewey and I were sitting at the Grotto with our faces in the sun, watching the people come and go and the flickering of the candles.  We lit one too and prayed that we would both be brave and peaceful as we touched the stone from Lourdes.  It was the most quiet hour my heart has felt since July.

I wish I could tell you that I am strong and calm and hanging in there, but I seem to be in a little bubble of shock that makes me want to freeze time and never get to the point where I have to make that decision.  Everyone tells me that I will know when it's right, but all I know right now is that I am just not ready to lose him.

So we're going to take our meds and wash our boo boos and keep them clean and hang out in the Happy Chair and eat turkey bacon.  We're watching lots of movies and reading lots of stories, and I am trying my best to remember all of the stuff I want Stewey to tell my mom and dad when he finally leaves me and goes to them.  Crazy, isn't it?  Me imagining my Stewey Little in his little smoking jacket and cravat noodging my mom for a kiss or cuddling with my dad on a football Saturday.

Oh well, whatever gets us through, I suppose.

Progress continues on Vaceila.  I'll have updates for you in the next few days.  In the meantime, do something wonderful and come tell us all about it and have a fabulous weekend!

Oct 20, 2016


Stewey is still hanging in there.  His bad leg is swollen and has a rather mean-looking sore on it, but he does not seem at all bothered by it and is still my happy little guy...playing pumpkin and doing his thing:
(The mark on his front leg isn't a boo's peanut butter that he stores there after his morning meds to snack on later.)

Vaceila is ready for her wings, and after that, her gajillion beads:
If I can manage to stay awake today I'll get to it.  Otherwise, looks like she will have to wait until after nap time to start flying!

As for me...about the only thing I can say is that it's a good thing I'm not a horse!  One more thing goes haywire, and I might be put out to pasture so to speak.  Eye yai yai...when this is all over,  I am going to emerge as a twenty-three year old petite blonde triathelete with a medical degree.  

(Too bad I can't make a living being a professional patient...I'm actually getting pretty good at it!)

I received word that Bosco is doing very well, and is absolutely loving being with my sister, so that news makes me very happy indeed that I made that hard decision.  I sure miss the stinky little guy, but knowing that he is happy and healthy makes his absence much easier.

So that's the report for a drizzly Thursday.  If all goes well, I hope to do a little stitching at the library this weekend for the Sit and Stitch.  I've never attended, so it should be really fun!  

We're off like a herd of turtles!  Come tell us what's new with you!

Oct 17, 2016


Yep....much better.  All of that crazy frogging and restitching was worth it.  Just wish I would have known that when I was in the thick of it.  I seriously considered chucking the entire thing into the bin and starting over!

That goodness the meds kicked in...


My mom was very low maintenance and quite elegant naturally.  Just a touch of foundation, a little mascara, and some lipstick, and she was good to go.

This Vaceila?

Not so much.

I finally finished her hair and makeup a few moments ago, but it was not without a lot of cursing and hair pulling (pun intended).  I don't know if my results are good, bad, or indifferent, but I am hereby declaring Vaceila's face and hair a NO MORE FUTZING zone and am moving on to her wings.

Oh wait...just as soon as I give her hands.

Hope your Monday has been considerably less fraught.  We're off to the kitchen to make dinner and then it's back to the Happy Chair.

Oct 16, 2016


Vaceila loves her new 'do:

And Stewey is thoroughly into his Sunday night puppy cup:

As for me, I'm just happy to have spent the day with both of them!