Since Stewey died, I have been trying to find something that would replicate his mink-like-soft-downy cozy-furry-warmness in the Happy Chair.
You might remember that Chez Spinster is the home to dozens of soft blankets of the semi-magical type, but one has Christmas trees on it and is the closest thing I've found to the feel of his coat.
(I swear, that dog was part bunny rabbit. Between the fur, the little bunny teeth, the ears, and his propensity for hopping...methinks there was quite a party going on down at Willowswamp Farm!)
This blanket also, I suspect, has magical powers, because I was out like a light and snoring into my swearshirt within ten minutes of crawling under it. Do you suppose that "sherpa lining" is actually code for "sedative laced fibers that make you want to close you eyes and have happy dreams"?
Off to one last appointment and then to the grocery for feasting provisions for the weekend. The menu this year is simple...stuffed shells, a Caesar salad, and garlic knots for Christmas Eve and ham, scalloped potatoes, and green bean casserole for Christmas Day. If I'm smart enough to remember the puffed pastry at the market, I'm also going to try my hand at Ina's sticky buns for a Christmas morning treat. i would prefer a big fat Cinnabon, but alas, we are without a franchise in our area.
So that's the Thursday report for the day. No stitching, I'm afraid. Don't fret on that front, though, since I'm determined to play with needle and thread this afternoon!