WELL SLAP MY MAMA

My Mom can't come to the blog right now. She has just returned home from a day out with my Aunt Chrissy. I don't know what the heck these two do when they get together, but all I can tell you is that they were both a little bleary eyed when they walked through the door and they smelled of cheeseburgers.

The alarm went off at 8 am this morning, and as Mo-ther was pouring her first cup o' joe, I spied a "TO DO" list on the kitchen counter:

1. Aunt Chrissy bank

2. Panera

3. Lowe's

4. Aunt CJ bank

5. Varner's nursery

6. Michaels

(Nowhere on there, by the way, do I see any mention whatsoever of cheeseburgers.)

Anywhoose, Mom came home with five huge plants for the outside of the house (I think she called them Mums), some heavy duty wooden sticks to block all of the windows, and four wrapped parcels that I assumed were from Michaels.

After the old lady collapsed into a heap, I opened up the parcels and discovered that she did, in fact, pick up her framing order. So I did a little re-arranging of the decor around here, came up with a little autumnal tableau, and decided to get the stuff up on the walls before Her Majesty awoke:

Pitiful, I know, but if I don't attempt a little spruce up every now and then Mommie Dearest looks around and decides that living like a frat boy is how we're going to behave around here, and I just can't have that.

In the bedroom, I moved a few little shot-skees around:

The first framed piece is a little Autumn Sampler from Painted Pony designs. This one is sitting in the armoire right next to the eighty-five year old television. (That's in case any robbers are reading this and want to know if there's anything worth stealing in here.) (There's not. Trust me about this.)

(Oh. And now that Mom crammed those sticks in the windows, I'm not sure how the heck you'd ever get in here, and once you do, I'm going to chew your leg off.) (So there.)

Autumn Sampler:


Here's a close up of The Riddle by Drawn Thread:

I think this next one is my very favorite. It's Laura J. Perin's Idaho Star done all in Vineyard Silks:

And finally, is Laura J. Perin's Falling Leaves:

Not too bad for an amateur, eh? I know that Mom mentioned that the girls at Michaels did a lovely job on these, and I also know that my little piggy bank is a lot emptier than it normally is.

(Don't worry about me, though. My broker has me carefully invested in both stocks and bonds, so I should be OK in the long run.)

(I am, however, getting increasingly worried that my stupid mo-ther thinks that having a needlework stash the size of Montana is a wise investment strategy.)

So that's the Friday afternoon report from Chez Spinster. I'm going to finish watching a few movies on cable, and then I think I'll call that little twerp Bosco to see if he wants to go out tonight. I'm not really that fond of him when it comes to socializing, but I need somebody to push the gas pedal while I steer Mom's car.

I hope that you have a fabulous weekend and that you get to do whatever it is you want to do!

With love from your pal,
Stewey