Two more ladies and the lettering and this will be ready for a frame! And...rather than futz with it and stuff it into a ready made (and screw it up like I usually do) I am going to take it to House of Stitches and let Miss Cherrie work her magic on it.
Bosco and I are still enjoying each other's company. He is quite funny with his little quirks and routines, and I catch myself laughing at his antics throughout the day. At the moment, he is snoring under the ottoman blanket...happy as a little clam. He will do this until our afternoon play time, and then, after dinner, he will snuggle in for a little TeeVee and stitching. He sleeps with me in the big girl sleigh bed, but it is about as different from Stewey's sleeping as you can get. Stewey weighed almost nothing, was as soft as a little bunny, and smelled like baby shampoo. He also slept under the covers next to my legs, and never moved very much throughout the night. This little guy is quite a heavy little meatloaf, and insists on sleeping on top of the covers...belching, snoring, and tooting his way through Dreamland while I try to un-trap myslef from the twisted sheets. He also has a propensity for making his way to the head of the bed, so that by the time he decides to get up at 6:30 am he's laying fully on top of my head.
Flosstube has also been my constant companion, and I am continually amazed and humbled by the love and wonderfulness of this thing of ours. I feel like I've made a thousand new friends, and can't wait to visit with them each afternoon... much like my anticipation of visiting with all of you in the mornings.
Is there any better feeling on the planet than to have found one's tribe at last?
Thank you for your comments about Chez Spinster. I am absolutely gutted that I will be leaving here (it is not at all by my choice), but I am trying to think of the move in positive terms and have promised myself that one day I will come back, walk up the front sidewalk, ring the doorbell, and tell whomever happens to be living here that I would like to buy it back. This is my little dream house, damnit, amd as God is my witness, they are going to carry me outta' here feet first one day. I know that this plan sounds a little nuts, but it is literally the only way I can bring myself to face the idea of moving. So unless y'all know where I can find a winning lottery ticket, I suppose I better get started with the purging and packing!
So that's the report for the day. I expect to be in the Happy Chair stitching away as soon as I finish a little paperwork and do a few chores. Ideally, I would like to finish this piece tonight so that I can start my birthday off tomorrow with a new start! We'll see how it goes...
Hope your very own Thursday is swell and wonderful in all sorts of ways, my dearies. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!