Harvest Moon House
Laura J. Perin Designs
I think that this house is taking Mo-ther longer to build than an actual house would. At first I suspected that the old lady had lost some of her stitchy prowess, but last night as I spied on her during the evening stitching session, I observed that she was relishing every single poke of that needle through the canvas. I'm sure it has something to do with the whole "Let's See How Long We Can Practice Moderation" vibe that she's got going on lately, but seeing how she has never really stuck with anything for longer than a hot minute in her life, methinks she'll be back to staying up until all hours in no time.
Let's face it, kids. Moderation is definitely NOT in her wheel house.
As for me, I have had a delightful day of sun bathing and squirrel watching. The little fellas are rather skinny this year, so I'm hoping that an overabundance of bird food in the back patio feeders will prepare them adequately for what's to come this winter.
Speaking of which. I must cut this short. The furnace repairman is here to conduct the annual servicing of things, and I want to talk to him about a lockable thermostat. I awoke yesterday morning to frigid temps and my idiot mo-ther cackling away like the Mad Woman of Chaillot about frost and pumpkins. Why she insists on keeping this little hovel like a meat locker, I'll never know.
I hope that things in your corner of the world are splendid and that you are all warm and safe and dry. I shall report again soon, but know that in the meantime I remain your faithful and devoted friend.
With love from your pal,