My poor Baby Dear...
(Saran Wrap on dining room chairs...classy, huh? My mother would be so proud.)
And my poor Baby Nephew...
But, we've had our Starbucks and now we're all planted in the Happy Chair for a day of stitching and Olympics. Nothing else...all of the chores and fretting and planning and scurrying about like a crazy little three hundred pound hummingbird can wait until tomorrow.
(If they gave medals for procrastination, I would have Michael beat...hands down.)
Here's the result of yesterday's stitching at Library Guild and then again in the evening:
That center stitch is called a double fan doubled, and it has become one of my favorites. Miss DebBee calls for it to be done in several different threads, but I wanted to feature the Watercolours Firecrackers as a focal point for this, so I just used it for the entire stitch.
Today we move to the upper left and start with some Amadeus star like things, so I'm excited to thread up and get in the saddle!
Hope your Sunday is lovely, my dears. Do something wonderful, treat yourself well, and come tell us all about it!
(*) I get a lot of questions asking me what's causing me to feel unwell and how exactly do I feel. About the only way I can describe it is...imagine you have the worst flu of your life on a day after you have pulled eight consecutive all nighters and been dropped from the roof of a tall building into the path of an oncoming cement truck. Unfortunately, I think this is pretty much par tor the course with Crohn's and kidney disease, so I am just doing my level best to follow directions, keep a happy thought, and not do anything stupid to land me in more medical trouble. So no dietCoke (she sobs, piteously), healthy (ish) diet, vats of water, a small pharmacy of meds, and lots and lots if rest until it's time tor dialysis. So, with that explanation now in place I'm going to go back to "I'm fine, thanks, how are you?" as a response...which is much easier for this nutball introverted hermit social misfit.