My mom can't come to the blog right now. I've grounded her to the laundry room, since she refuses to be the GROWN UP and put her toys away. I'm putting my paw down, people. Every night before she tucks me into bed, we go about the house picking up all of my toys. Only then (!), when they are properly put away in their respective baskets (one for balls, one for stuffed toys), am I allowed to get some shut eye.
Well apparently this door doesn't swing both ways. Today, I finally had to get some photographic evidence of what can only be described as A MESS:
Mom has a 300 square foot stitching studio upstairs and she insists on spreading her stuff around like she owns the place or something. Charts and linen and threads and q-snaps everywhere. Geeze, Louise. What is a puppy to do?
So until she gets this mess cleaned up and under control, I am not allowing her to spend any time on the 'puter. I will be nice, however, and share with you a pic of what she worked on last night:This is Shepherd's Bush "Garden Gate". I know that Mom would want me to point out that the stitch that is second from the top is called Swedish Weaving and that she patted herself on the back so hard from figuring it out that she pulled a muscle. (I have no idea why she gets so proud of herself...the directions from SB were very easy to understand and I'm sure that even my stupid little cousin Bosco could have figured them out.) But I'll let her have her moment and will pass along all of your oooo's and aaaaah's.
That's the report from Chez Stewey today. I hope that you (and your loved ones with four legs) are having a splendid day!