(And that's just my stitching!)
Buzzy is just...forlorn. I don't know if he's acting out, or perhaps just feeling his oats, but he's causing me to worry. I will go back to the doc this afternoon if he doesn't calm down, but for now he's getting an ice pack and Tylenol.
The Pointsettia ornament and I are equally a mess, since I am apparently incapable of rotating a piece in my head to accomodate the chart. The first petal surround went in well enough, but the second is somehow...off:
Methinks this will go into time out until Miss Charlene can whisper it and show me what I'm doing wrong.
In the meantime, I am hankering for some cross stitch, so as soon as Buzzy is done with his ice pack I might head into the cube room studio to see if I can find something fun and festive. I would love to go over to House of Stitches, but alas, I might want to save that for when I am a bit more up to snuff.
It's a beautiful day here in Hoosierville...cool, but sunny. If I can, I am going to attempt a little walk with Rich when he comes home from work. He has a very long stride and I usually have to huff and puff to keep up with him, but maybe I can convince him to slow it down a bit for his portly little spinster.
That's it for Futzingday, Dearies. I'm catching up on all of the Housewives and other Bravo shows I've taped. I also noticed that I am three weeks behind on Outlander, so I better hop to it!
Hope your day is swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!