Stewey and I headed over to Aunt Chrissy's on Friday night for the opening ceremonies of Sochi, but I didn't start stitching anything for the Olympics until last night. I suppose you could say that I was too captivated by the spectacle of it all, but the truth of the matter is that I was too busy stuffing my face with Trisha Yearwood's Charleston Cheese Dip.
(Just a word of warning, kids. Don't do it to yourself. Deadly, deadly stuff.)
So for the games this year, I decided to concentrate on two projects. The first is Rosewood Manor's Winter Quakers:
The second is Laura J. Perin's Starry Nights, but done in red white and blue threads:
Now before you point out that there is NOT much progress despite the seven and a half hour marathon session of last evening, may I just point out that I had to stitch, frog, and re-stitch the darn outline on that mo-teef TWICE while trying to watch the new Slope thingie event, in which we propel ourselves off the side of a cliff with a piece of shiny wood strapped to our feet.
Holey Schmoley, those kids are nuts.
(Before I forget, can I just say a big fat BRAVO to the Canadian delegation? I thought your outfits were really swell for the opening ceremonies, and if I wasn't so completely rotund, I would think about finding a pretty red pea coat of my very own to sport through the tundras of Michiana.)
(And THANK YOU, Mr. Lauren, for burning the United Airlines Flight Attendants' unis for our US team this time and a thumbs up on the pretty sweaters. I'll take two, please. Size extra, extra small for You Know Who and size semi-truck hit by a bus for Moi).
Today will find me in the Happy Chair stitching away. I hope that you, too, get to enjoy a marvelous Sunday with those you love and a threaded needle or two for company!
(P.S. As for the recipe for that cheese dip, you can find it on the Food Network site, or you can just combine cream cheese, mayo, Monterrey jack cheese, cheddar cheese, green onions, bacon, and cayenne pepper in a casserole dish, top it with crushed Ritz crackers, and then bake until melty and gooey. Dip a Frito or two in there and you're going to want to slap your mamma. I promise.)