Despite Stewey's fears that I would do nothing but think about Jeffrey Dean Morgan all day on Friday, I turned myself into a big fat ball of energy and got a lot done. (But yes, in case you were wondering, I still managed to think about Jeffrey Dean Morgan all day long.)
(Note to self: Must really get a more age-appropriate hobby.)
(Or collecting cardigans.)
My kitchen is now officially clean. I mean crazy lady white glove ODC get down on the floor and wash baseboards and then take the window screens out for a good scrubbing and then dismantle all of the appliances clean.
(The repairman will be here Wednesday.)
I'm not sure what got into me exactly, but let's just say that things are much better here in Spinster's Corners now that we know that the cuisine will be Health Department inspection approved. Aunt Chrissy and Bosco even came over for Sunday dinner last night, and I was able relax and enjoy the meal rather than worry about when she was finally going to call in the authorities.
(There was, however, an unfortunate incodent involing drool, a sugar coma, Ina's brownie tart with vanilla ice cream and Mrs. Richardson's Butterscotch Caramel Fudge, but that's another story for another day.)
I finished Aquamarine on Friday night while watching The Losers. (This movie has replaced You've Got Mail as the one that I watch obsessively when I'm just too damn lazy to get out of the chair to switch the disc thingie in the machine.)
I think I'll mat and frame this sucker, but I haven't one clue as to where it will hang in my house. Maybe I'll re-colorize the laundry room to accommodate the colors. Wouldn't they be perfect as the underpants and such splosh around in the washing machine?
I putzed and putzed and putzed on Saturday, and when I finally made it into the Happy Chair for a little stitchy time, I picked up Stars for the New Millennium.
A lot of you have asked why I've selected red, white, and blue as my colorway. Sometime back in April, I was thinking about the fact that this will be the 10 year anniversary of 9/11, and I wanted to "do" something in observance of it. I've always really loved this project (designed by Mr. Tony Minieri His Very Self), so I figured this might be a good time to stitch it. So far, I've been really thrilled with the results, and I've enjoyed every moment stitching it.
Aunt Chrissy got a fabulous little surprise this weekend. She had ordered some stitchy things (as she is wont to do) from The Silver Needle in Tulsa, OK. When she opened the package, there were two perfect little bags of treats in there labeled "Stewey's Mom" and "Bosco's Mom". Now while this wouldn't seem interesting to most people, it just blew our skirts right up because we didn't realize that the girls in Tulsa had ever heard of Stewey and Bosco, let alone heard about us, so we were both just tickled pink and more than a little humbled. Woo Hoo!
The peepers are going to get checked today, and I suspect that Dr. Rhodes will say "Well, Spinster Stitcher. I told you that the day would come when you might need bifocals. Judging by the fact that you can no longer see anything up close with your contact lenses in and no magnifiers in sight...methinks it's time."
(I am ridiculously nearsighted, which means I wear contact lenses so that I can see further than seven inches from my face. I slap a pair of magnifiers on to stitch so that I can still see the TeeVee, but in the course of normal every day life, I can't seem to see a damn thing close up anymore. So I guess I have to a) perch a pair or magnifiers on top of my head, or b) think about bifocals.)
(Given my propensity for setting my hair on fire with the damn magnifiers....perhaps we should look into the bi-focals?)
Oh, and in case I forgot to tell you all this.....Dr. Rhodes is the one that told me that you CANNOT "ruin" your eyes by stitching yourself silly. He said that your eyes are your eyes are your eyes, and unless you injure them, you won't wear 'em out by stitching to your heart's content! Don't you just love that guy?
Happy Monday, everybody!