Jan 15, 2013


We managed to return home safely, so now the recovery begins.

Most people that go on a medical trip use the word "recovery" to refer to the time it will take to get their personal selves back into the grind of daily living, or the process of allowing the body to heal from whatever thing it was that you went on the medical trip for in the first place.

Recovery for Aunt Chrissy, though, means time to get the heck away from her idiot sister and all of the crazypants stupid incompetent nut ball crap that I do in the course of a day.

I did all of the driving, which was a good idea when you consider the fact that I am a freakishly freaky control freak and do not "do" passenger very well.  I especially don't "do" passenger very well in Aunt Chrissy's fancypants sports car that she drives while wearing her fancypants glasses that make her look like somebody famous, but you just can't figure out who.

(That actually happened to her, by the way.  More on that later.)

So I drove and drove and drove the fancypants sports car and somehow avoided colliding with anything, despite the fact that I kept forgetting that I was driving and was looking around at all of the pretty buildings and whatnot instead.

Aunt Chrissy's list of stupid crap that I did while on this trip would be eighteen pages long, but the only thing that I will really own and confess is paying $57 for four bottles of water.

What can I say?  I was thirsty and figured that the nice people from room service could bring us a few bottles of water to stick in the little fridge, but when it came time to sign the bill, I didn't realize that there was already a gratuity and service charge on there.  So I did math in my head and the waiter walked away wondering why the large sweaty woman from Indiana wearing her polar fleece pajama bottoms was giving him a $50 tip for $7 worth of water.

I'm pretty sure that it will be a while before we stop talking about that one.

I really would like to thank you for the shop recommendations.  They were positively spot on, kids, and we had the opportunity to visit two of them.

After we checked into the hotel, we ventured out for a short trip to The Crafty Ewe.  Holey Schmoley, what a fun time we had there!  The shop was lovely and very well-stocked with everything a stitcher could want in way of cross stitch and other supplies, thus we left there with a nice big fat bag stuffed with new treasures.  The shop owner, Carol, talked to Aunt Chrissy about the Clinic, and I'm not sure if she realized at the time how much that impacted us.  We were both very nervous about things, so Carol's calm and positive and reassuring advice were just the ticket for a great night's sleep.  What a lovely gift that was.  I cannot wait to go back, especially since the bakery next door looked like a place that I could spend some very serious time in after getting my stitchy groove on with the ewes and all of their craftiness.

The plan for Thursday was going to be that I would end up going solo to Wool and Willow, but as it turns out, Aunt Chrissy was able to join me.  This time, the drive was even shorter, and we were treated to some of the most beautiful scenery....street after street of gorgeous homes and tree-lined boulevards.  (This was where I had to remember that I was driving, and I did so right after Aunt Chrissy hollered at me for about ten minutes for not knowing how to turn left through an intersection that was bigger than Lima, Ohio.)  (I'm not kidding.....there had to be at least ninety seven lanes of traffic converging, and when you consider that I was pointing and ooing and aahing and everybody in the ninety seven lanes was honking at me and shaking their fists at the stupid Hoosier in the fancypants sports car that doesn't know how to drive, I think it all turned out rather nicely, thank you very much.)

So we parked and started to approach the front door and I went into a full-on panic attack.  What if there was a dress code?  What if I made an ass of myself and knocked something to the floor?  What if I couldn't get my words to come out right and Aunt Chrissy had to smack me on the back of my head to re-boot my brain?  Needless to say, by the time we had made it through the door I was in a flop sweat and couldn't stop chattering like a circus monkey.

I don't know how long we were at Wool and Willow, but I know that at one point Aunt Chrissy had to point out that we couldn't (much to my sadness) spend the night there.  I was all set to tuck in with a pillow and blanket and make a real bash of it, but alas, I was sans toothbrush and I'm not sure the next day customers would have welcomed the sight of a portly, snoring, sweaty, and jabbering spinster under their big stitching table.

We were honored to meet The Lunch Bunch...a group of ladies that gathers for stitching every Thursday, and has been doing so for many many years.  What a group!  I wish I could tell you how in awe I was of every single one of them, but suffice it to say, I left there truly humbled that my stitchy universe has just expanded to now include them as "stitchy friends".

So thank you, Crafty Ewe and Wool and Willow!  You made a very difficult trip positively perfect in every way.  (We do promise, however, to give you ample warning the next time we come for a visit, and we'll hit the Sam's Club for a vat of Tylenol to help ease the pain that is The Rich Sisters.)

I won't bore you with all of the stash acquisition that happened over there in Cleveland, but will instead show you  the progress I've made on a new painted canvas.  I have been itching to do a little more needlepoint, so this fit the bill perfectly.  The designer is Rishfeld designs, and I'm stitching it entirely in Vineyard silks.  Thanks to the inspiration of The Lunch Bunch and the help of the fabulous, amazing, gorgeous, and talented staff of the shop itself, I am going to do this predominately in tent/continental stitch.  I had to, though, get a little jiggy with that red background.

Thanks again for steering us in the right direction, my very dear stitchy friends.  It's good to be home and back in the proverbial saddle, so hopefully it won't be long before we meet again!

Stewey and Bosco send their love, and thank you for your concern that they were left to their own devices.  Both boys loved their time at Chez Magrane, but we can't get any more than that out of them since Bosco keeps saying "Sorry, Aunt CJ...what happens at Magrane stays at Magrane!"  (I'm Aunt CJ, by the way.  Just like Aunt Chrissy is Aunt Chrissy to Stewey.  Confused yet?)

Happy, happy Monday to you and yours!  I'm off to find a patch of sunshine and a few lengths of that gorgeous Vineyard Silk to play with!

Woo Hoo!


  1. Your new needlepoint start is gorgeous! It sounds like you had a wonderful trip. I love reading your blog but this is my first time commenting.

  2. Glad you had a safe trip. Sounds like you had a great time. OOH, what a lovely new project. I can't wait to see your progress on it.

  3. Glad your trip went well; your needlepoint is gorgeous!!!

  4. It really must have been a long and tiring trip...today is Tuesday, lol! Welcome back, Spinster :)

  5. Glad your trip went well and you found some great stitchy stops while you were there! Love the needlepoint! Those colors are great!

  6. Oh my....I am happy the trip was good. BUT I am SOOO diappointed you didn't let me know so I could go over the the Ewe and meet you! You are right, Carol is the best too.
    {{sigh}} very disappointed.

    1. Oh, dear. I'm so sorry Miss Lori. We were such a wreck about getting there and learning the lay of the land that we kind of zipped in and out. Will you forgive me and allow us to call you next time?

    2. OK! I do hope you come back! There are other LNS and shops to see!

  7. Glad you are both home safe and sound and that you had time to visit some great LNSes!

  8. I am working on the same project. I love what you did with the back ground. I had some great hints on the flowers, which I have enjoyed working on. Do you mine if I look over your shoulder.

    Glad you are back safely, a big fan of you blog!!

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  10. Glad you're back home with your pocket book a lot lighter with worthy purchases I'm sure! Sending hugs and prayers for Aunt Chrissy and you! :) Cathryn