FURTHER PONDERINGS FROM BEFUDDLETON COUNTY

As long as I live, I will never understand myself.  As I explained to Aunt Chrissy moments ago, I have a keen propensity for fretting over something until I've worked myself right up into a full-on frenzy, and then something snaps and I do the thing that needs to be done.  Typically, the thing that needs to be done takes all of seven minutes, and the end result is that I stand there in front of said thing wondering why I can't just rip the damn band-aid off already.

Case in point...the back patio.  For the last three months I've fretted over the state of affairs out there, and have lamented the fact that it was starting to resemble a Port Authority restroom facility.  For whatever reason, the birds and squirrels and chipmunks decided to party hardy and then leave whatever bodily excretions they thought appropriate all over the place.  It. Was. Disgusting.

But rather than break out the hose and just swish it all away already, I chose to open the drapes each morning and fret over bird poop.

For three months.

I'm happy to report that one good scrubbing later, things are put back to rights again.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Stewey is thrilled that his Mommie Dearest was finally smart enough to figure out how to turn on a garden hose.

I've been stitching the background of the Big Red Sunflower.  In real life, you can't see the bright white wall behind the canvas...I promise.  I'm using a lovely black Silk and Ivory and decided to keep the background very simple so that the specialty stitches of the petals stand out a little more.  For the border, I think I've come up with something really cool, but I want to futz with it a bit before revealing the idea.  And yes, I'm still going to tart this up like a Vegas showgirl with some beads, but that will definitely be last.

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