My Mo-ther can't come to the blog right now. She's snoring away in the big girl sleigh bed while I am left to my own devices with this computer and a few pesky squirrels at the bird feeders for company. I realize that it has been quite a long while since last we spoke, so I hope that this finds you hale and hearty, my dear friends.
Happy Mother's Day to one and all on behalf of spoiled little pups like myself. (Did I really just say that? Could it be that I'm turning a new leaf and am realizing that I really do have a pretty good gig here with the old lady and all of her crazy notions of what it takes to raise a "uniquely interesting individual" such as myself? Have I come to appreciate the fact that, while completely clueless, my stupid Mo-ther always comes from a place of love, even if the end result is usually something that makes me want to tear my little white fluffy hairs out? Am I learning to be loving and grateful for the happy home that she's bumbleclucked her way into creating?)
Here is some progress on the Rishfield canvas that Mo-ther started at the beginning of the year. As you can see, she's completed stitching all of the white flowers, and has added a lovely elongated cross border in between the green and red sections and on the perimeter. Methinks this will be quite lovely once completed, provided the old lady doesn't go totally off her nut and do something crazy like apply felt daisies to the damn thing.
I hope that you know that until we meet again I remain your loyal and devoted friend. To all of the mothers out there in Blogville, I wish you a most heartfelt Happy Mother's Day and all that comes with it.
With much love from your pal,