My mom can't come to the blog right now....she's sitting in the corner with a bar of soap in her mouth. This little time out is the result of some pretty bad behavior on her part these last few hours, so rather than put up with it one minute more, I decided to take matters into my own little paws and put a stop to it. Toot sweet.
It all started when she attempted to watch Night at the Museum/Battle of the Smithsonian on the TeeVee at the same time she was supposed to be stitching the borders on her Laura J. Perin cyber class project. I tried to warn her...as a matter of fact, I even said "Mo-ther, why don't you put your stitching down for a few minutes and enjoy the movie and then go back to your stitching when you can give it your full attention."
To which she replied "No, and you can't make me."
So today she's tasting the Irish Spring because she is incapable of counting to 50 while watching Hank Azaria at the same time. (Do you suppose it has something to do with big biceps? The fact didn't escape me that this gentleman has arms the approximate size of Toledo....much like a British chef that we all know about.)
In any event, she had completed all of the foundation stitching on the project, but when she went to put the background in, she discovered that the entire bottom half needed to be frogged back to the stone age. (I am, however, happy to report that she managed to frog all of that stitching without one rip or tear appearing in the canvas.) (Let's just say that it's a good thing that the old lady can't find that bloody seam ripper and move on, shall we?)
So that's the report from Chez Spinster today, my friends. As soon as the timer beeps and Mo-ther is allowed to resume regular programming, I'll make sure she posts a progress pic.
With much love from your pal,
Stewey
Hmmm, I suppose we all deserve the taste of Irish Spring now and again, don't we? I especially loved Mother's comment "No, and you can't make me." Laughing hard at that one, as I myself have felt like saying that a time or two. You never fail to make me chuckle, Stewey.
ReplyDeleteHaha thanks for the smile I needed that. Stewey why didn't you chase those pesky frogs away??
ReplyDeleteI much prefer Ivory to Irish Spring!
ReplyDeletePoor Mo-ther. I feel her froggy pain.
Deborah says:
ReplyDeleteI hear that Lifebuoy has a nice piquant taste....
Oooo, I'm glad I don't live at your house...my Lola just makes me put a dollar (the economy, ya' know) in the dog bone jar when I say a naughty word, LOL!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to a much better behaved Mo-ther blogging with a progress report...good job of keeping her in line, Stewey!! LOL!
Happy Stitchin'
Terri
BTW, I found it easier to count the 34's and then finish the boxes...just sayin
ReplyDeleteI loved that movie!! I understand about the pain of frogging. That happened to me just this weekend. And to make it even worse - I frogged everything I "thought" needed to come out. Put it aside to the next day - I couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Then when I picked it up the next day discovered I didn't frog enough! I HATE frogging.
ReplyDeleteOh Mo-ther when you watching eye candy you shouldn't stitch !!!! I prefer reverse stitching than frogging ..lol hope you out of the corner soon .... love mouse xxxxx
ReplyDeleteI hate frogging, too, and I have just put aside a piece rather than tackle it at the moment. It's a bit frustrating, Stewey, so do give Mo-ther some milk and cookies later...IF Miss Cranky is gone and Miss Nice is back....
ReplyDeleteIt's always easier to frog for a friend than it is to frog your own work, so you and Aunt Chrissy should join my "Frog for a Friend" society, aka the "F it" club. Membership has its privledges. ;-)
ReplyDeleteBTW, your color study piece is GOR-JUSS! I heart it.
Awww....don't be too harsh on your mo-ther. She had to frog already, and THAT can really create potty mouthes. It's not her fault...it's the frogs fault.
ReplyDeleteShe didnt take your warning, eh??
ReplyDeleteStill, Stewey, i think a hug from you will do wonders. Hug her, yeah?
C'mon Stewey, cut your mother some slack...it sounds like it was a rough day for her!
ReplyDeleteMaster Stewey, I just found your site after reading Mistea Crafts blog. You are a good pup to keep after your mother and her potty mouth. My puppy usually turns her head in disgust and licks parts of her body that we won't discuss in mixed company. I think she is trying to tell me something - what do you think.
ReplyDeleteI will begin to follow you and your master and see if she is behaving. By the way, she does some lovely handwork and I will enjoy seeing that also.
Once Stewey permits removal of the Irish Spring I do have a couple of questions for Ms. Coni. You have everything so well organized - my stuff is organized, just not as well as your's is. It gives me hope and a goal ;-) Do you organize your threads (those that aren't in a specific project bag), by type or by color? Mine are by type, but I'm seriously thinking that I might change that up some. Also, what do you do with the threads remaining from a finished project? Do you keep them together or do you re-distribute into your master thread stash. I've been keeping mine together in the project bag - the work is completed, I don't know why. I certainly hope you are feeling better and that the IS aftertaste is gone.
ReplyDeleteWe all have those Irish Spring days, and there's nothing like a whole whack of frogging to bring it on! I'm glad there was no lasting damage from it. Just a little time wasted... which can't really be considered wasted entirely, if your mo-ther was enjoying the spectacle on the screen.
ReplyDeleteDeborah says:
ReplyDeleteWow! This is one heck of a time-out!
It's going on 3 days now.
Come on, Stewey, let your mo-ther out of the corner now.
We all need to see her stitchy progress!
I usually get a taste of the ole' Irish Spring when I prick myself and I bleed a little on the chart....getting really good at fighting blood stains...
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