So I'm looking at the darn Google thingie (a few weeks ago, as it would happen), and it told me that I had written 999 blog posts.
"Holey Schmoley!", I said.
And then I got in the Happy Chair and I started fretting about number 1000.
It got bad enough that when Aunt Chrissy and I went to the TGI Fridays for dinner at 3:00 this afternoon (because that's how WE roll in the big city), I decided to get her loving, wise, sisterly advice.
(OK, so maybe that really wasn't the reason, but rather it was because she was paying for dinner and I felt really bad about it because I am the big sister and hapless matriarch of this little goat rodeo we call a family and it's my job to keep us in Arnold Palmers and cheeseburgers.)
But I digress.
So I says to Aunt Chrissy...."You know, I've been giving something a lot of thought. I feel like I created a character called the Spinster Stitcher and that I go on my blog and live in this world with all of these amazing and wonderful and perfect people (that would be all of yous, by the way)....(oh wait, except maybe not Betty and the damn 13-year old who keeps hacking me with p.o.r.n.)...but for the most part, Spinster Stitcher is just that...a character. Am I really being authentic? Am I really letting people know ME? Am I afraid that if I really shared my true self there would be a mass exodus and I would be left here, standing in a dark and deserted parking lot (I mean, come on, can you think of anything scarier?) (except maybe thunderstorms) (or cockroaches). So I'm thinking that for my 1000'ndth blog post I'm going to tell my T."
It was at this point that Aunt Chrissy snorted a little bit of her cheeseburger out, daintily dabbed at her mouth, and said "Have you been watching The Lady Chablis in Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil again?"
(The truth of the matter is that....why yes, yes I have.)
(The Lady Chablis is fabulous. Talk about a "character". She is a drag queen in Savannah, Georgia, and her T is that her real name is Frank.)
But I....you know.
"I just feel like I want to tell everybody everything there is to know about me and to make sure that I'm presenting myself to all of my faithful readers (insert more snorting of the cheeseburger here) and that maybe a few of them will appreciate my honesty and integrity and courage to bear it all and it will inspire them to be brave or take a chance or do that thing they want to do, but can't. I want to make a difference in the world, Aunt Chrissy, and I think my blog is the place for me to do that."
So I listened very carefully to everything Aunt Chrissy had to say (which, remarkably, sounded like blah blah blah blah blah) and I came home to write post number 1000.
I was on a roll, I tell ya. Fingers flying, confessions confessing, T's all over the damn place.
And then Stewey walked in.
"Mo-ther. What's all of this nonsense I hear about you committing acts of unspeakable horror on our blog?"
(You'll notice I let that one go, by the way. OUR blog?)
"Stewey, Mommie wants to live a real life. Mommie loves her faithful readers and wants them to know the real and authentic and true person....not some crazy lunatic with a talking dog and enough facial hair to grow a pashmina. I've carefully crafted 999 blog posts and I want number 1000 to be special, Stewey. I want the world to know how much their kindness, and friendship, and thoughtfulness, and love have meant to me, and I feel like number 1000 is the perfect place to do that."
(It was at this point that I realized that Little Lord Fauntleroy had not heard one single word I had said because he was too busy peering through his little spectacles at his iPad.)
"Mo-ther, you haven't written 999 blog posts. You've written 998 blog posts and one fairly incoherent draft."
(Cue the sound of a squeaky hamster wheel turning slowly as my tiny little brain pondered this.)
Happy 999, everybody.
If we make it to 1000 without losing any more of our minds....there will be cake. For everybody.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 2, 2015
WELCOME BACK TO THE "ALL OBSESSING, ALL THE TIME" CHANNEL
There's an built-in bonus danger in being my loyal and trusted advisors.
Just ask Aunt Chrissy.
Today's obsession is....day planners.
Yes.
Day planners.
For the last seven or so years, I've used a Franklin Covey spiral bound day planner showing the week on two pages. I throw it in my purse, write appointments and such in it, and get on with things in a relatively half-assed, yet totally well-intentioned sort of way.
This year, Aunt Chrissy and I were in the JoAnn Fabrics when we spotted some simple date books that had pretty pictures in them, so I whipped out a coupon and went all Bargain Betty on myself.
And then I came home and went on the Pinterest and came across something called an Erin Condren Life Planner.
Holy Organizing, Batman! I've got visions of life planning spinning around in this tiny little brain of mine, and I cannot think of anything else! I want to have a book that magically transforms me into a healthy, well-appointed, perfectly-ordered, happy, and creative person who sprouts rainbows and unicorns from her ears and who can empty the dishwasher without having to take a nap and pack a lunch first.
The Erin Condren search then lead to something called a Rainbow Planner (speaking of rainbows) from Bowl Full Of Lemons, and I went into a whole other tangent of wondering if a DIY planner would be better for a nut job like me who really just wants to use the billion dollars worth of scrapbooking crap she has in her studio, because scrapbooking was going to be "my thing" until I discovered that I had absolutely nothing to scrapbook besides baby pictures of Stewey, and I mean, come one, how many pictures of a sleeping dog with an overbite does one spinster need, anyhow?
So I need your help, kids. Any Erin Condren/Rainbow Planner devotees out there who want to take my hand and save me from myself? I don't need full-on executive style day planning, since all I need to keep track of these days is dog pee and appointments, but I wouldn't mind capturing stuff for budgeting/bills, things to do in the house (see dog pee above), and lists and such for this thing of ours. I'm not at all opposed to becoming a fanatic, by the way. It will be hard not to approach this without my usual calm, measured, and sensible manner, but if I need to go batcrap crazy and reinvent the proverbial wheel...I'll give it my best shot.
(I can hear you laughing, by the way).
Just ask Aunt Chrissy.
Today's obsession is....day planners.
Yes.
Day planners.
For the last seven or so years, I've used a Franklin Covey spiral bound day planner showing the week on two pages. I throw it in my purse, write appointments and such in it, and get on with things in a relatively half-assed, yet totally well-intentioned sort of way.
This year, Aunt Chrissy and I were in the JoAnn Fabrics when we spotted some simple date books that had pretty pictures in them, so I whipped out a coupon and went all Bargain Betty on myself.
And then I came home and went on the Pinterest and came across something called an Erin Condren Life Planner.
Holy Organizing, Batman! I've got visions of life planning spinning around in this tiny little brain of mine, and I cannot think of anything else! I want to have a book that magically transforms me into a healthy, well-appointed, perfectly-ordered, happy, and creative person who sprouts rainbows and unicorns from her ears and who can empty the dishwasher without having to take a nap and pack a lunch first.
The Erin Condren search then lead to something called a Rainbow Planner (speaking of rainbows) from Bowl Full Of Lemons, and I went into a whole other tangent of wondering if a DIY planner would be better for a nut job like me who really just wants to use the billion dollars worth of scrapbooking crap she has in her studio, because scrapbooking was going to be "my thing" until I discovered that I had absolutely nothing to scrapbook besides baby pictures of Stewey, and I mean, come one, how many pictures of a sleeping dog with an overbite does one spinster need, anyhow?
So I need your help, kids. Any Erin Condren/Rainbow Planner devotees out there who want to take my hand and save me from myself? I don't need full-on executive style day planning, since all I need to keep track of these days is dog pee and appointments, but I wouldn't mind capturing stuff for budgeting/bills, things to do in the house (see dog pee above), and lists and such for this thing of ours. I'm not at all opposed to becoming a fanatic, by the way. It will be hard not to approach this without my usual calm, measured, and sensible manner, but if I need to go batcrap crazy and reinvent the proverbial wheel...I'll give it my best shot.
(I can hear you laughing, by the way).
Feb 1, 2015
SUPER SUNDAY
A little stitchy...
I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to tell you the thread colors. Here they are:
Gentle Art Dungarees
DMC3033
DMC3865
DMC3790
DMC Ecru
The linen color is Fog Cashel.
A little knitty...
This yarn is Loops & Threads Links in the color Ocean Blue. The thingie that I'm knitting on is called a long loom. This is scarf number seven, but who's counting?
A Little Lord Fauntleroy...
I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to tell you the thread colors. Here they are:
Gentle Art Dungarees
DMC3033
DMC3865
DMC3790
DMC Ecru
The linen color is Fog Cashel.
A little knitty...
This yarn is Loops & Threads Links in the color Ocean Blue. The thingie that I'm knitting on is called a long loom. This is scarf number seven, but who's counting?
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