Feb 28, 2011


OK. So. I couldn't resist. This is Rainforest Crunch by Needle Delights Originals done in my own colors. Why have forty-two open projects when you can have forty-three?

***Oh, y'all were so kind to ask for my conversion. (Are you sure you want to trust me?!). The chart called for all Caron Watercolours. I switched to: Caron Wildflowers (WF), Vineyard Silk (VS, and Silk & Ovory (SI):

Sandstone to WF Ambrosia
Antique Brass to VS Zephyr
Cedar to WF Grape
Winter Wheat to VS Lavender
Kelp to WF Cranberry
Rainforest to SI Pomegranate
Moss to WF Nefertiti
Redwood to SI Frog Legs
Mahogany to VS Wisteria
Green Tea to WF Sheherezade
Gingersnap to SI Apricot
Prairie Grass to WF Marigold
Blondie to VS Citron

Feb 25, 2011


I have done everything in my known power today to procrastinate cleaning the house. (Kell soo preese). So far I've managed to flip through all of my Ina cookbooks looking for the perfect recipe for Sunday dinner, I've given myself TWO pedicures (we don't want to talk about the first one), I've taken Stewey out for about a dozen romps in the snow (he's starting to catch on and is now refusing to budge from the perch until I get this place cleaned up), and I've gawped at, and lusted for, and sighed heavily over all of the sheer loveliness that is you....my stitchy universe.

Perhaps the thing that accomplished the MOST procrastinating, however, was the exercise in futility called "Let's go up to the studio to count how many works-in-progress we have".

Thus, the title of the post.

I won't bore you with craptastic photos, but will instead reveal the LIST:

Sampler Game Board
Wildflowers in Sage and Stripes
Indiana Summer
Mosaic Tiles
Rainbow Birds
Winter Banner
This Heart's For You
Liberty Pin Cushion
Happy Easter, Happy Spring
Reflecting Pools
Cut Glass Dishes
Blooming with Inspiration
Victorian Ribbons
Top of the Hill
Rainforest Crunch
Le Printemps
Springtime Bouquet
little bright geometric
big red sunflower
Spring Training
The Big Zipper
Cooper Oaks floral
Into The Night
Christmas Eve
4 Santa Patch Sampler
PS annual Santas
Curly Hat Santa
It's Cold Outside
LHN ornaments
Little Bunny in the Neighborhood
Maggie funky flowers
Black Cats and Flying Bats
Box of Ornaments
Maggie geometric
Snowflake Serenade
Stars For The New Millennium
Red Hot Peppers
Spring Quakers

Well, I guess the good news is that I am an equal opportunity offender. There's a little bit of everything in there....cross stitch, counted canvas work, and painted canvas. The only things missing are crewel, hardanger, and wool applique, but the day is still young. (This means that God only knows what else I can get my fat little fingers into today.)

Thank you for all of your concern about the coyotes. I found the perfect solution for dealing with them last night at about 2am when the howling started. With Stewey tucked safely in the big girl sleigh bed (snoring away, I might add), I went to the back patio door, opened it up, and shouted at the top of my lungs: "Night night, coyotes! Night NIGHT!"

That shut 'em up.

The weekend is upon us, and I am looking forward to a few hours with Dr. Zhivago and the entire Godfather trilogy. What's on your agenda?

Feb 24, 2011



Y'all go, with your bad selves. Yes, indeedie, I am taking every precaution, and I do so appreciate the story about a woman mauled to death. Makes me want to move. To Pluto.

AC: Are you sure what you heard were coyotes? The guys here in the office said that a herd of deer also make noises and grunt and bark and stuff when they're mating, so maybe you heard a herd of deer?
SS: No, they were coyotes. I know this because they said "We are coyotes and are going to maul your face off if you ever come outside in the dark time."
AC: Tee hee hee hee hee.

"Next time I'm someplace and there's an idiot talking on their cell phone in the middle of things and they are completely oblivious to everyone and everything around them, I am going to walk right up and start looking around their feet. When they ask me what I'm doing, I'm going to say "I'm looking for the cooler with the kidney in it. Obviously, you are somebody very important and you have somebody's organ that is en route to be transplanted, so you're using your cell phone to make sure that you've got the directions right and to tell them that you're on your way with the kidney in the cooler." That'll get 'em to shut the eff up already."

Well, firstly, I am convinced that if I do, every single nun I had in elementary school will show up with a ruler and will smack me in the forehead for not being mannerly. And two, I have absolutely nobody to talk to and absolutely nothing to say.

AND BESIDES: Oprah Winfrey doesn't have a cell phone and she's Oprah Winfrey! If Oprah Winfrey doesn't have a cell phone, then I don't need to have one either.

"Mo-ther, I really like Mr. Heffner and want you to know that one day I will realize my dream of turning this filthy sty into a proper Playboy Mansion, but his girlfriend is kind of an idiot."

"I really like this Piers Morgan fellow."

Feb 23, 2011


I promise...there will be stitchy stuff on this here blog one of these days, but in the meantime:

Last night Stewey and I hit the hay at about 1am. (What can I say? I was enthralled with Piers Morgan's chat with Colin Firth, and Lord knows I can love me some Colin Firth just before bedtime.)

Oh, wait.

That didn't sound quite right.

Let's try again, shall we?

I have long admired Colin Firth and his work, so when I had the opportunity to view an interview that he gave recently on the Piers Morgan show, I watched with rapt attention. Then I went to bed.

That's better.

Anywhoose....not more than an hour after I had wished Stewey good puppy dreams, a PACK (and I mean PACK) of coyotes started howling and barking and growling right outside my bedroom window.

You know the expression "my blood ran cold"? Well, for the first time in my life I had that experience, and had it not been for the fact that there was a whole wall and a window and a pair of Target clearance rack drapes in between me and the PACK of coyotes, I'm pretty sure I would have had to discard my mattress today. I. Was. Terrified.

Given my last post, I would imagine that all of your comments will be "What did Stewey, the fierce and beastly hunter do?".

Let me save you the typing.

Stewey, the fierce and beastly hunter didn't move an inch and continued snoring away under the blankets as though absolutely nothing was happening. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure that had I, in fact, had the accident that would have caused me to have to discard my mattress, he wouldn't have noticed and would probably have gone right on sleeping through the dismantling of the big girl sleigh bed right there in the middle of the bedroom its very self.

This morning when I opened the living room drapes, I noticed all kinds of crazy hell out there in the snow that had previously covered the back yard and patio with nary a mark. Paw prints, fur, what I can only presume to be the blood of some poor unsuspecting chicken that was sacrificed in some sort of satanic ritual right out there in my very own back freakin yard, which, by the way, just happens to be right out there in an adjacent position to my very own back freakin bedroom.

I hate nature.

****I realize that y'all might think that I would want something to be "done" to these coyotes or that I am not sympathetic to their plight. So let's get a few things straight about that....firstly, I would NEVER want to hurt any living creature (except, possibly, for the idiot woman on the cell phone in the smack gd middle of the aisle at the Targets the other night), and secondly, I know that these poor creatures have to live somewhere new and exciting because we're all idiots and are not taking care of our planet, blah blah blah....BUT I LIVE IN INDY-FREAKIN-ANNA for cryin' out loud and NOT the Austrailian Freakin Outback or the American Freakin Wild West! I could have been the wife on Green Acres! I don't like things that crawl, hop, slither, bark, gallop, run, howl, mate, and/or live outside of the confines of a nicely appointed condo that comes fully equipped with Crate and Barrel dishes, 300 thread count sheets and a nine pound Jack Russell terrier who watches Charlie Rose while wearing a silk smoking jacket.

Feb 22, 2011


I'm bobcumdistulated today for some reason and can't seem to put two consecutive thoughts together. Is it the weather? (Thank you, by the way, Mike Hoffman, for NOT throwing a hysterical fit this time....but do you think you could have fixed that weather report to say "You're going to get snow" instead of "It's going to be 45 and sunny all week"?!)

So I suppose this means I have to go outside to shovel a place for Little Lord Fauntleroy to....well...you know.

Speaking of which...

A few weekends ago I watched the entire season of Downton Abbey that I had taped on the dvr thingie. I enjoyed it immensely, but we had an "episode" here at Chez Spinster that caused me to call Aunt Chrissy and whisper into the phone that something very very strange was going on with my little dog.

In one of the scenes, the residents prepare for a hunt (you know...when the Turkish guy comes for a visit), and everybody gathers on horseback and then the hunt master (or whatever he's called), blows the horn to begin the hunt.

Now right up until this time, Stewey was sound asleep and snoring away on the ottoman, and if memory serves, he was nestled under a blanket and had nary a nose hair showing.

The minute that horn sounded, he JUMPED off of the ottoman and stood in the dead center of the room at full attention with his tail straight out and his little front paw hitched up like he was ready to take off.

It scared the absolute BeJesus outta' me.

When I called Aunt Chrissy, I figured she would say something like "Oh my God! There's somebody trying to break into your dining room window and Stewey is protecting you!" or "Quick! Get out of the house now! There's something bad that is about to happen and Stewey is alerting you!", but instead all she did was sigh heavily and mutter a big fat "DUH!".

(Apparently I am the only person on the planet who doesn't know that Jack Russell terriers were bred to be hunting companions, and that the horn was their signal to come to attention.)

(And, since you all know Stewey....you can imagine that the only hunt he would ever have been involved in would have been for a proper cravat to wear with his little silk smoking jacket and that if, in fact, he were to participate in an actual hunt it would be atop a horse and properly attired in some sort of fetching getup.)

So that's life here today. I am watching him out of the corner of my eye to see what crazypants thing he'll do next and to procrastinate pulling on the boots to shovel snow.

How's your Tuesday going?

Feb 21, 2011


My brain clicked from canvas work to cross stitch sometime on Friday afternoon. This seems to happen every year at about this time. Strange, huh? Never fear, though. The canvas work and needlepoint pieces that I've been stitching are still safe and sound on the dining room table, so they can come out to play in a moment's notice.

This is Rosewood Manor's Spring Quaker. Isn't she lovely? The linen is a Picture This Plus color called Valor, and in real life it is quite pretty. Very green, but softly so.

Cold, dreary, and miserable day here in Hoosierville. Stewey is curled up on his perch, and I'm curled up in the Happy Chair with laundry sploshing away and a Jeffrey Dean Morgan movie on the TeeVee.

How's your Monday going?

Feb 18, 2011


From the very first day I've had this here blog, I have fretted over the best way to communicate with y'all on a one-on-one basis when you ask me a question. So if you've asked me a question via a comment and I haven't responded to you, please don't be offended...I am just not bright enough to figure out how to reply to you.

So today I came up with the brilliant idea of establishing an email account for all things stitchy related! Woo Hoo for me! (It only took an hour and a half, but hey, the fact that I figured it out is progress for me.)

If you'd like, please add me to your Palm Pilot or address book or whatever it is that you kids are using these days. I promise to try to remember to check the damn thing every now and then, and we can tawk...


It seems that I forgot to mention that Master Stewey will be receiving mail at the above address also, so if you have correspondence for him, please feel free to write to him there. (Damn dog).

Feb 16, 2011


I can't seem to leave well enough alone today. Is it the weather? Could it be a harbinger of Spring? Do I have ants in my pants?

Whatever it is...I'm driving myself (and my little dog too) completely nuts.

It all started with this color palette that I've had in my head for the last six months. I have visions of hot pink, deep orange, lemony yellow, Kermit the Frog green, and chocolate brown dancing about in my tiny little brain. Everywhere I look...BAM! I see that combination of colors taunting me.

Aunt Chrissy gifted me with Ms. Laura J. Perin's Red Hot Peppers chart for Christmas, so as I was rummaging around in the studio last night I thought to myself "Why not pull that wack-a-do color palette out and see what happens?" So I came up with this:
Not too many changes, really. The browns and yellows were already there, so all I needed to do was switch out the Watercolours and stick in a little orange and pink and voila! I think I'm on the right track.

So then I pulled out my big box 'o threads that Ms. Ruth Schmuff pulled for me for Tony Minieri's Stars for the New Millennium and tweaked a few and came up with this: Like a boob, I had asked Miss Ruth to pull colors based on a Waterlilies color called Marigold. Lovely, really, but after I looked at the skein that I have here, I realized that there's not one single speck of pink and/or chocolate brown to be had anywhere. So I yanked out a Wildflowers Potpourri instead, and KABLOOEY! I think I got exactly what I'm looking for...but minus the chocolate.

(What IS it with me and chocolate brown? You know the one I'm talking about...DMC 3371. Rich, deep, dark yummy brown. Am I chocolate deficient in some way? Is it my body's way of telling me that it needs more cake? Should I run out and buy myself some fancy pants new shoes in that color? What the heck IS it??!!!!)

Stewey is convinced that all of this futzing is the result of my recent amplification in the amount of dietCoke that I've been pouring down my gullet, but I'm not so sure. I always seem to do this as the days get a little longer...I find myself reaching for a cold one more frequently than I do in the cold dark depths of winter time. He thinks that if I made a concerted effort to drink less dietCoke and play more outside sports with him I would look and feel much better. Damn dog.

(Note to self. No more Dr. Oz watching for Little Lord Fauntleroy anymore.)

So those are my issues for today...banging around the place like a 300-pound hummingbird without a clue as to what will come next. I guess you could call it crazy, but I'd rather think of it as just another fun day riding the roller coasters at Coni Island! Woo Hoo! (*) (**)

(*) If you lived in South Bend, Indiana in 1989 and went to a sports bar called Coaches and you walked in and asked the handsome bartender for a Coni Island, you got a drink comprised of one part Kahlua, one part Amaretto, and one part Baileys.

(**) What can I say? I was a total idiot back then.

Feb 15, 2011


My mom can't come to the blog right now. She has thrown herself dramatically across the fainting couch while mumbling something about me no longer being her "Baby Dearest". I have no idea, really, what the heck this means, but I suspect that it has something to do with my Valentine's Day.

My girlfriend, Miss Carmen, always sends me a fabulous package full of wonderful things to remind me that she is my one true puppy love. This year was no exception, and as you can see from the photo above, I was spoiled with all kinds of lovely goodness. Isn't she swell?

Anywhoose, my stupid mo-ther has been moping about the house these last two days with a puss on, and I think it has to do with the fact the she hasn't had a Valentine since circa 1972. This would have been during her Athens, Tennessee years and I believe that Alan Carpenter was her kindergarten boyfriend. (I don't know this to be certain, but I gleaned as much when I read her journal from that year...something about him giving her a kiss in the lunch room and Mo-ther socking him on the arm in return.) (And she wonders why she's single?)

Then, just when I thought that the old lady would just give it a rest already, she whipped out the photograph of her high school boyfriend, and started to make kissy noises at it while wondering what color they would coordinate for the Prom.

She's nuts, I tell ya. Just nuts.

Valentine's Day doesn't normally send my mom into a tailspin, but based on the size of the salad that she hauled home from the Martin's last night, I'm guessing that this one was rougher than usual for her. I tried to give her love and affection, along with some sage dating advice, but all she wanted to do was sit in the Happy Chair and watch bad TeeVee. So I have to ask...what was I to do?

On the stitchy front, Mom did start Mr. Tony's Stars project, but she seems somehow confused by the color selection that had Aunt Ruth pull for her. She got a corner done and threw the canvas down while muttering something about it looking like appliances from the 1970's. (What the hell did she expect? You can't put Harvest Gold and Avocado Green and Chocolate Brown together and not reach for the macrame plant hanger.) She'll fix it though, since I heard her muttering to herself as she stepped into the bath that today would be the day that she would finally get her stitchy act together.

I've got a crazy little squirrel that keeps coming up to the back patio window to taunt me, so I suppose I better get out there and teach the little bugger who's in charge around here. I figure I'll lure him to me with the promise of some peanut butter toast and then we'll have "a talk".

Happy Tuesday!

With love from your pal,

Feb 14, 2011


On behalf of the cast and crew here at Chez Spinster......


Feb 10, 2011


Nice Customer Service Lady: Thank you for calling Target Customer Service, may I help you?

Stupid Spinster: Um, yes, I need to speak to somebody in Customer Service.

Nice Customer Service Lady: This is Carrie. How may I help you?

Stupid Spinster: Hi, Carrie. This is (name deleted at the suggestion of Stupid Spinster's dog who pointed out that once you read this you will surely Google me to see if there is some kind of photograph of the stupidest woman on the planet), I need some help with a credit that hasn't been processed on my credit card yet.

Nice Customer Service Lady: Sure. I can help you with that. Do you have your receipt handy?

Stupid Spinster: Uh, no, I don't. I seem to have misplaced it. (She paws furiously through a basket of mail, bills, paperwork, and magazines that seems to have taken on a life of its own.) Can you just look it up without the receipt?

Nice Customer Service Lady: Sure. Let me get your name, address, and phone number.

Stupid Spinster: blah blah blah blah blah

Nice Customer Service Lady: OK. I see here that you returned a blah blah on .... and that we credited your account immediately.

Stupid Spinster: No you didn't.

Nice Customer Service Lady: ??? Um, yes, Ms. blah blah, I see here that we credited the full amount to your Visa card ending in blah blah.

Stupid Spinster: Well, that money hasn't shown up in my account yet and I am pri-tee darn miffed about it, sister. That's a looooong time for a few electronic blippity bleeps to make their way from your store there on Main Street the whole two and half blocks down to the bank right there on Main Street isn't it?

Nice Customer Service Lady: ??? (rolls her eyes at her fellow nice customer service associate). Ms. blah blah, did you, by any chance happen to call your bank? Perhaps it's on their end?

Stupid Spinster: OK, I'll give them a call.

Nice Banker Lady: Hi, this is Michele in Customer Service at blah blah bank. May I help you?

Stupid Spinster: Listen up, Michele. I want my money and I want it now.

Nice Banker Lady: ???!!! Um, ma'am? Can I help you with something?

(The entire story is recounted in a clippity tone by the Stupid Spinster and then she puts her hands on hips and starts tapping her toe...for emphasis.)

Nice Banker Lady: Ms...blah blah. I see here that the credit was issued by Target on such and such a day and that the full amount was immediately credited to your checking account as per the agreement on your Visa debit. Do you have access to your statement online? If so, you will see that the credit appears on such and such a date and does indeed show the full amount being credited.

Stupid Spinster: ........ (sounds of crickets chirping)

Nice Banker Lady: Ma'am? Is there anything else that I can help you with today?

Stupid Spinter: Uh, well, uh, I guess not. Thank you. You've been very helpful.

(As the Spinster hangs up the telephone, the little dog utters a sigh and heads for the drapes....)

Here's what I'm working on on the stitchy front...Winter Sky by Ms. Laura J. Her Very Self. As I commented on her blog, if the winter sky actually looked like this here in Hoosierville, we probably wouldn't wish for the Spring so much!

Feb 9, 2011


It's absolutely no secret whatsoever that I am about as bright as a bag of doorknobs. I don't say this as a means to get you to say "Oh no, Spinster Stitcher. You are so smart and funny and pretty and wonderful."...but rather as a simple statement of fact. I've never really been smart, actually, so rather than try to hide it and be ashamed of it, I figure I'll put it right out there in front so that the world will know not to expect too much of me.

Yes, it's true that I graduated from the University of Notre Dame (which I'm pretty sure doesn't say too much about THEIR brains in admitting me in the first darn place), but what's more important to me is the fact that I graduated from the Great Books Program, or as it's more commonly known, the Program of Liberal Studies/PLS at the University of Notre Dame.

I'm proud of this for two reasons, actually.

The first is that I was able to go to school with the idea that just getting an education was enough for my parents, and that if I wanted to study underwater basket weaving it would be fine as long as underwater basket weaving was what was going to make me happy. (See, Dad was actually a genius, since he figured that I wouldn't TAKE underwater basket weaving because I'd want to impress all of my high school buddies back in Lima by taking the most ridiculously hard classes that I could find...and he was dead on.) So I scoured the university and came up with this major that meant I would have my nose in a book and my fanny at a seminar table for the better part of four years. (I just never realized that faking it wouldn't be an option.)

I'm also proud of the fact that despite my idiocy, my manners and personality were such that my professors didn't ask me to leave the room or to declare another major. They let me stay in the ridiculously hard classes, and some of them didn't even bat an eyelash when it was all I could do to sit in a corner with a coloring book and some Crayons so as to not interrupt the fascinating and heated discussions about the ontological realization of one's self through the actualization of one's psyche as it relates to Homer.

So today I got the email that comes every year announcing the line up for the Summer Symposium. This is a week long event that gives PLS majors an opportunity to return to campus each summer and stretch their brains around a selected topic of discovery. Sadly, for me anyway, they've yet to come up with "An Exploration of the Effect of dietCoke and Specialty Fibers on the Mind of a Rather Unsophisticated Spinster Who Should Probably Stop Telling People That She is a Graduate of our Program". So until they do come to their senses and find a week in which I can go over to Notre Dame and sit and stitch, I guess I'm going to have to figure out if I can do....this:

JUNE 5-10, 2011


This year’s annual PLS Alumni/ae Summer Symposium will be held from Sunday, June 5 to Friday, June 10. We took our cue from suggestions we received from last year’s participants that we include both Greek and contemporary writings in the next symposium. Accordingly, we have organized the readings under the theme of the human odyssey – a term that can refer both to a journey filled with adventures and to a process of development and change. The focus of this year’s symposium will be a week-long seminar on Homer’s Odyssey led by Professor Steve Fallon. Some of the other seminars return to the figure of Odysseus as he appears in later writings. There will be two sessions led by Professor Robert Goulding on Odysseus in classical and late-antique Latin poetry and one session led by Professor Krista Duttenhaver on the treatment of Odysseus in the writings of the twentieth-century philosophers Max Horkheimer and Theodor Adorno. In addition, Professor Bernd Goehring will lead two seminars on the human journey to God as St. Bonaventure understood it. Time and again, the human journey unfolds with a conscious looking backward. Professor Pierpaolo Polzonetti will lead two seminars on the representation of ancient Rome in eighteenth-century opera, specifically Handel’s Giulio Cesare. The journey also unfolds with very deliberate efforts to move forward. In his seminar, Professor Clark Power will juxtapose Platonic and evolutionary accounts of moral knowledge. Professor Tom Stapleford will lead two seminars on contemporary views of homo economicus. In their two sessions, Professors Felicitas Munzel and Matthew Dowd will venture once again into the fascinating encounter of quantum mechanics with consciousness. Professor Henry Weinfield will bring the symposium to a close with two seminars that return us full circle to the understanding of human life in some of the earliest myths of the West, in this case as we find them recorded in Hesiod’s poems, the Theogony and the Works and Days. As always, we promise a very rich week of stimulating conversation on great books and important ideas.

Stay tuned, kids! I've got a few days to ponder whether or not this stitcher of very little brain has it in her to accept a challenge....

Feb 8, 2011


My mom can't come to the blog right now. I've revoked her computer privileges and sent her to her room to think about how she might get herself in line with the new order around here. You see, there's a new sheriff in town, and this particular sheriff isn't going to put up with the present state of the union much longer.

I give you Exhibit A:

See how nicely my toys are put away? See how they're all neatly contained in their basket? See how I've taken the time to carefully place them in a proper place for safekeeping so that when I decide to play with them again they'll all be in one place?

Now let's take a look at Exhibit B: Can you believe this mess?! Have you ever seen such a disgusting display of disregard for tidiness? What the heck is she thinking with this filthitude sprawled out all over the damn place?

Mom read that today is the Festival of the Broken Needles, so she decided to make a needle case. My Aunt Chrissy gave Mom a kit for Christmas, so at about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon, the big fat fanny got planted in the chair and after a lot of cursing and computer YouTube viewing and guessing and futzing, Mom managed to make this colossal mess and put some parts of the needlebook together.

She has it in her head that hand applique is going to be her next "thing", but after inspecting the results, methinks she better stick with stitching. Either that, or she's going to have to find somebody to teach her how to do it properly, the way my Aunt Chrissy so patiently showed her how to put thread to needle and then needle to linen.

If you've never heard of the Festival of Broken Needles before, check out Miss Susan's blog. (I have to warn you, though. Once you've gone there your eyes will weep with yearning because of the complete brilliance that is Miss Susan and her work):http://plays-with-needles.blogspot.com/

As for me, I'm off to the perch for a little snooze in the sunshine while I've got a little peace and quiet around here. (Don't worry....I'll let the old lady out of her time out in time for her to clean up the mess and make a little something special for dinner.)

Have a Happy Tuesday!

With love from your pal,

Feb 7, 2011


This post is actually a little note to Sally, who is searching for a website for Sew Much Fun. (Sally, I got the biggest tee hee out of your comment about what you might have come up with when you Googled "sew much fun love insert"!) (Who knew we stitchy spinster types could be so darn racy?!)

Anywhoose....Sew Much Fun is the company name for the designer Randi Gelman. I purchased my chart and canvas at a needlepoint shop right about the same time that I purchased the chart and canvas for Ms. Lily Frog. (Sew Much Fun designs charts and canvases of fantastic dimensional animals and such.)

My search for Randi's name came up with the following site: http://cindysneedleart.com/. From what I can tell, this is a shop that does, in fact, carry Sew Much Fun's designs.

I hope this helps and that you have as much fun as I've had stitching her stuff! Woo Hoo!

Feb 4, 2011


**Hey, kids! Thanks for your nice comments that the Ultrasuede is fabulous on the Cirque de Fleur piece. I agree, but am afraid that I cannot take any credit for this idea whatsoever! All praise belongs to Ms. Orna Willis Her Very Self, the designer. I wouldn't want y'all to think that I had a decent thought in my head, after all. I have a reputation to uphold!**

Grandma Rich used to come visit with us every summer (to escape the Phoenix heat), and one of the things I remember most fondly was watching The Lawrence Welk Show with her. I'm pretty sure that we had red pop and then we tuned in to Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom and then ultimately The Wonderful World of Disney. Remember all of that?

So last night as the clock struck midnight I had a "And a one and a two" kind of moment as I finished not one, but TWO pieces that I had been working on! (Can I get a big WOO HOO from the congregation, please?)

Here is Cirque de Fleur by Orna Willis:
Who knew that appliqueing Ultrasuede to a canvas could be so darn satisfying? (Oh, and for those of you who asked about this one....it was a cyber class that was offered by Miss Orna last year. What can I say? I'm a little behind schedule.)

And next up is Sew Much Fun's Love insert, which I think is supposed to go in the front of a purse or something. I'm going to make it into a little framed piece for Valentine's Day:
Ahhh, bliss. Three finishes for the year and two of them were WIP's. Now THAT'S a trend that I hope continues, especially since I made a list of every single WIP known to me in the whole entire Spinster Stitcher universe, and I'm thinking that it's time to tackle that puppy once again.

We're off to the weekend! Chicken wings and chip dip for everybody!

Feb 3, 2011


When Stewey and I went to bed on Tuesday night (after all of the Apocolypse Now! weather reports), I said to him..."Oh, Stewey dear, tomorrow will be a perfect snow day. Mommie is going to stay in her comfy jammies, brew some tea, finish some laundry, look at some pretty snow, make some delicious chili, bake some cheddar biscuits, watch some good movies, and stitch."

Instead, I was on the phone with Aunt Chrissy at 9pm bitching about how frustrated I was that the entire day was one big exercise in disappointment. It seemed like no matter what I did, it fell apart in my hands....the chili sucked, there wasn't one good movie on the TeeVee, I couldn't get a stitch into anything to save my life, and as for the rest of it...well...phooey on all of it.

I went to bed grumbling that I wanted a do over.

Today I awoke and decided that it would indeed be do over Thursday, so we're off and running with some laundry merrily sploshing away, some fresh jammies on the nightmare that has become my fat self, You've Got Mail on the TeeVee, and Cirque de Fleur in the Happy Chair:
Once I finish the border, it will be time to affix the Ultrasuede. I am so excited about this, but am more excited about the fact that the designer, Orna Willis, gives you total permission to evaluate your piece and think for yourself as to whether or not it's finished. Don't you just love that...when a designer says..."Look at your piece and see what you want to do next. If you don't like something, change it. If you want a different color, go for it. If you want to re-think something, do it." It makes me feel like they're right there beside me, patting me on the shoulder with a "You go, girl" that gives me confidence to proceed.

So MY Cirque de Fleur will be completed once the hot pink Ultrasuede is on there and then I will Happy Dance for all the world to see.

Your comments are always so wonderful and appreciated, but I did notice a theme of "Oh, poor little Stewey. Where will he GO?" So today I went outside and huffed and puffed and lugged and tugged, and came up with this:

The unusual shape is due to two factors, really. The first is that I lost steam before I could square the whole mess up, and the second is that Your Highness has asked for a separate area in which a bidet might be installed. Damn dog.

(The best part of my effort is the fact that immediately after I created this magnificent space, Stewey took one look at it and peed on the drapes instead.)

One of the things that I DO love about my house is the fact that I can show you photos of the front path filled with snow on a Wednesday and on a Thursday I can show you photos of the front path that look like this: No, there's no way that I could claim responsibility for all of that work. I have the boys at MAAC Property Services to thank. (It's good to live in a neighborhood that knows you're an incompetent and hires people to do everything outside for you.) So, bless you, dear young handsome men with snow shovels who came in the wee hours of the morning to do this for me. You just rock.

It seems that it's time for me to go now. Stewey has just bellowed into his little bullhorn that it is poopcicle harvesting time. Better go find the scooper and gloves and get to it or I'm going to have more than drapes to launder today. Cheers!

Feb 2, 2011


I guess when they said "We're going to have a blizzard" they meant it this time. Stewey and I awoke to nature's majesty and the forehead-smacking realization that "Ye Olde Snow Shovel That Was My Very First Purchase As A Real Adult Person With A Path That Would Need To Be Shoveled" is now buried under seven feet of snow out there in the back forty. (What can I say? Keeping the snow shovel on the back patio so that I could make a little path for you-know-who seemed like a good idea at the time.)

Speaking of....methinks he's got the right idea as to how one goes about enjoying a snow day:

He's been tucking his little nose into anything that's warm today, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes in the big girl sleigh bed and saw his little heiney sticking out from under the Target fleece blanket. Normally he sleeps sprawled in the exact middle of the bed, but apparently we're trying something new. All I know is that I will be SOLO for nap time today, with hopes that I might actually get a little shut eye.

(Oh, who am I kidding? This damn dog is impossible to sleep without. He's warm and soft and cuddly and sometimes he even smells nice. How the heck am I supposed to resist THAT?)

We're having interesting potty issues here at Chez Spinster, since no matter where we look there is a pile of snow that comes up to my boobs. This makes for a rather difficult treck outside to find an appropriate place for Little Lord Fauntleroy to leave a deposit. Just moments ago, my neighbors were witness to me standing in the middle of the nicely plowed driveway (in my pajamas, no less) saying "This is a good spot, Stewey. Just go here and Mommie will dispose of it later. No, I can't get you to the grass, Your Highness. You're just going to have to go here and fret about it later."

To which he replied...."You first".

Needless to say, I've positioned several potty pads in the master bathroom with hopes that he will use them whenever the need arises. Damn dog.

I know that the world is sick and freakin tired of all of this darn snow talk, but I thought I'd leave you with a few pics looking out the back and front doors of my little hovel. I just think it's so pretty to see, especially if you like this kind of thing:

(I have no earthly idea what the heck that smudge is on the window, but it almost looks like a feather. I just hope that the spring thaw doesn't reveal any nasty surprises out there.)

OK, everybody. Stay warm and safe and dry today. If you're in the path of anything ominous, please be careful and make sure you take an extra pair of socks.

Feb 1, 2011


My dog can't come to the blog right now. He's on the phone with Comcast trying to determine if there's a way to disable the cable box from receiving any of the local TeeVee stations. Apparently, Stewey feels that I get a little too "involved" in the weather report, and he's tired of me running around the house hollering "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!".

Case in point....today I happened to turn on a local station as they were starting their noon broadcast, and right there on the TeeVee its very self was this HUGE graphic (with accompanying serious music) that said "BRACING FOR IMPACT".

I can't take it anymore.

When I was in my 20's and living here in Hoosierville, I never knew what the heck was going to fall from the sky and I was just fine with that. Concert tickets when they were predicting two feet of sleet? No problem. Just switch out the shoes for some fancypants boots and we're all set. White-outs on the Toll Road? Well, drive slower or just decide to stay over in Chi-town a little longer to wait it out. I was fearless, I tell ya. Fearless.

(I also used up every single last one of my STUPID POINTS, so I suppose that would explain why I am headed to the storm bunker in the master closet if they've spotted so much as a puffy white cloud somewhere over Iowa.)

Thanks for all of your well wishes. Stewey and I are nicely provisioned and are ready for whatever comes our way. Here's hoping that everybody in the "PATH OF THE STORM" is ready and all safe and warm and dry, with a lovely Merlot and some serious stitching in hand.

Woo Hoo!