I thought the hardest packing day was going to be the studio.
But I'm pretty sure it's going to be today...book. packing. day.
(Cue the ominous music, if you please.)
Firstly, and more importantly, though, the Happy Chair is getting a bath. Let's face it...the poor dear is 25 years old and held together with dog pee and Febreeze. The least I can do is spring for a visit from the MasterCare guys.
(And, if all goes according to plan, I'm going to see if I can bat my eyelashes at them to get the ladder from the garage and climb up there and hand me the stuff from that pot shelf.)
No stitching to report, my dears. I came home from delivering Bosco to his mommie and fell into a deep and slobbery sleep with the remote in one hand and my sippy cup in the other. Fatigue, it would seem, has decided to up its ante.
Just to see if I'm paying attention, apparently.
So that's it for now. Hope your week is splendidly wonderful and that your needles are flying!