28ct. Raisin linen
WDW Light Khaki
I attached the very last button at the stroke of midnight while bellowing a hearty WOO HOO for all the world to hear. (Or, in my case, a quiet suburban neighborhood that is completely used to such bellows issuing forth from Chez Spinster.)
I just can't say enough about these buttons. Each one is prettier than the next, and I'm thrilled that Aunt Chrissy included them in the kit for me. They're a bit pricey...but definitely worth it, IMHO.
I think that this one might be my favorite:
The back patio and environs are prettier this year than they have been for several years past, and I suspect that it's because love is in the air. I was in my office yesterday and heard Stewey going bonkers from his little perch on the back of the loveseat, so I assumed that the squirrels were in the bird food again.
He's not a profiler exactly, but he does like a nice bird viewing session, and hates it when the squirrels take over the joint. He thinks they should find another establishment for their raucous parties.
So just as I was rounding the corner to the living room, I heard Stewey say...
"Oh, fair and gentle Daphne. How the light shines on your eyes of brown. The world weeps for such lovely beauty, and my heart yearns for your tender kiss." (*)
(Or something like that.)
Anywhoose....I figured that he was practicing his elocution with a little Shakespeare, but it turns out that he was wooing his new girlfriend.
Her name is, apparently, Daphne.
All of you animal lovers out there will notice that this picture was taken at three o'clock in the afternoon and that this little deer is a) by herself and b) not aware of the fact that she's supposed to be terrified of the little dog wearing the silk smoking jacket and quoting verse to her.
Aunt Chrissy and I are off to the Targets tonight. Provisions are getting low, and it's time to replenish the shelves. Then tomorrow night it will be grocery-getting time, and then Friday promises an evening at the Michaels to pick out a frame for Barnwood Buttons.
Exciting life we lead, no?
I hope that your corner of the world is lovely and safe and happy and full of threaded needles that are poking themselves through something. Stewey sends his very best, and if I can get his nose out of that damn book, we'll see if he can't provide you with a post or two.
(*) Oh, give me a break already, will ya? I know it's not any good, but you try writing a love poem to a deer while simultaneously trying to channel the inner thoughts of a nine pound Jack Russell terrier wearing a silk smoking jacket.