Dec 16, 2018

THEY REALLY SHOULD MAKE PILLS FOR THIS...PART NINETY SEVEN


How many attempts at thread matching does it take one portly spinster to try over the course of a month and a half because no matter how convinced she is that she has finally found it...eh...not so much.


It wasn't Trebizond after all, Dearies!  It ended up being #12 perle cotton in ecru.

I tried the Trebizond in two different colors and perle #5 and perle #8, but I had not considered perle #12. So just when I was about to chuck this off the balcony, I rummaged through the cube room studio and found this poor lonely little ball of #12 cotton just looking to be played with.

Eureka.

Now it's on to the outer borders, which I have already decided to do in #8 ecru for a little textural contrast, and then the outer outer border in a lovely deep dark green.

Stay tuned! I'm sensing a fee nee coming soon!



SUNDAY...SUNDAY

After a Notre Dame women's basketball game at 1:00 today, I am coming home to stitch.

(She says with determination.)

I did finish the inner moteefs of Prairie Moon's Holiday Farm last night:
I have to say, this was a very enjoyable stitch. Why I put it down for a hundred years is completely beyond me. If I had brains, I'd go ahead and finish this by stitching the border and then get it into a pretty frame for next year's Medium Sized and Half Assed Wall of Very Sincere Christmas Stitching.

I suspect that this will be up next on the stitchy docket:
This is Laura J. Perin's Cjristmas Quilt, and I'm stitching this on congress cloth instead of the called for mono canvas. We'll have to see how far I can get now that I have the correct thread in hand (which was indeed Trebizond Parchment).  

Thank you to all of you eagle-eyed stitchy pals who scouted this for me!

Well, I suppose I better get moving, since I don't think I can wear my slippers and pajamas to the game.

Happy Sunday, my Dearies! I hope you get to have the exact day you want!

Dec 15, 2018

HOW THE HECK DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!?!


CS2 is officially clean!!  (*)

As in deep clean!!

I'm not sure what happened exactly. One minute I was sitting here having my damn good and a Greek cookie and the next thing I knew I was back in the Happy Chair, freshly showered, under my blanket, and breathing a huge sigh of relief that things are officially clean and tidy.

I mean really clean and tidy...baseboards, walls, floors, rugs washed, and bed changed clean and tidy! I even took the damn good maker apart and washed it! Pantry, inside and outside of the fridge and freezer, and windows now all sparkly clean and looking like somebody lives here that has some sense in her head.

Magoo is happily watching a basketball tournament thingie on the TeeVee that's taking place in Atlantic City's Boardwalk Hall. His brother is actually there and we are trying to see him sitting in the stands. I kept waving like a crazy person until Magoo gently pointed out that Joe can't actually see us even though we can see him.

(Silly silly spinster!)

OK, Dearies. Now I'm off to get some stitchy time in before bed. The Parchment Trebizond arrived in the mail today so I am going to see if I can get the Christmas Quilt nearer to a completion. 

I hope your Saturday was wonderfully swell! 

(*) CS2 means Chez Spinster 2...the original Chez Spinster was my little house in Mishawaka. 




NEW DAY



Well, Dearies...we somehow survived that crazy week. High highs and low lows for sure, but the weekend is upon us and we're marching forward, right?

OK, so maybe not so much with the marching...more like shuffling gingerly...but we'll get there either way I suppose.

To answer the several dozen questions I've received about Buzzy...he has several problems, not the least of which is a big aneurysm/bump right in the area that they need to stick me. The surgeon requested that we not do that anymore and go above it, but that means having to go very deep. And unfortunately, the closer you get to the shoulder, the more tender it gets, so it's pretty much like having surgery while awake.

The do make lidocaine cream that you can apply to the skin, but I was told that it will eventually break the tissue down, and I figured a few minutes of pain would be easier than a lifetime if wound care. But after yesterday...I might reconsider that decision. I have developed an extremely high tolerance for pain and usually go to my Happy Chair in my head and stitch and pet Stewey while they're working away, but yesterday I passed right out and came to on my head with blood all over the floor, a team of people standing around me, and wanting to be anywhere else but there.

But the good news is that I apparently muttered "mother of pearl, jimminy crickets, and fudge and fiddlesticks" rather than the OTHER alternatives in my head, so I've got that going for me.

(The funniest thing is that my poor tech Miss Lorie was swearing more than I was and got yelled at by one of my pod mates to calm down already.)

But today is Saturday and we don't need to think about needles or Buzzy screaming bloody murder for another few days. The sun is shining and I am seriously considering a walk once the hangover lifts. Then I might try to tackle some laundry and cleaning, but if I don't...I don't. Nobody is coming to visit and if I want to live like a frat boy on the top floor of Animal House, I shall.

(I know...who are we kidding? This place is driving me nuts and I will figure out how to get it spitspot if it's the last thing I do.)

(Note to self...figure this out next year and either get in a routine or hire somebody with a hazmat suit and a snow shovel once and for all.)

(I wonder if insurance would pay for a housekeeper/butler combo? If so, I want Alice and Mr. French, please.)

(For all of you young 'uns reading...Alice is from the Brady Bunch and Mr. French is from A Family Affair.)

(Raise your hand if you wore Buffy tails and had a Mrs. Beasley doll!)

OK, we're back.

On the stitchy front, I don't really have any plans/goals other than to do some. I'm still really enjoying all of the pieces in my basket, but wouldn't be totally against starting something new this afternoon or tomorrow. We'll see.

Time for my second cup of damn good and a little breakfast, Dearies. I hope you have a wonderful day and get to spend some time with needle and thread! Come tell me all about it!


Dec 14, 2018

SCREEEEEEEMING MEEEEEEEMEE.

Well, I suppose it is the perfect ending to a crazy week, so I shouldn't be too surprised that it happened.

Hook up in the chair took three techs, a nurse, oxygen, and more swearing and screaming than even I thought possible.

Wow. This one will go down in the record books for sure.

The only thing more painful would have been frogging over one stitching on 40count linen using a limp piece of wet licorice in a dark closet.

I want my mommie.


FRIDAY...FRIDAY



Well, here we are, Dearies! Friday at last! The week has been...interesting to say the least, and I am definitely ready to have a few days to re-gather my one remaining wit.

Only one more little moteef to go on the inside of the Prairie Moon Holiday Farm piece, and then it's time for the border. If I can, I'd like to start something new and maybe put a few stitches into another piece from the basket. December is flying by and I am nowhere near where I'd like to be stitchy wise!


No plans for the weekend. I thought about writing a nice long to do list, but we all know how that usually goes, so I'm just going to let it unfold naturally and see what happens.

Here's hoping that your very own weekend is exactly what you want it to be, Dearies! Do something fun and come tell me all about it!





Dec 13, 2018

IN WHICH WE HAVE A PERFECT DAY...

Appointment with Dr. Melfi...check

Cheese and crackers to hold me over until dinner...check

A movie...in a movie theater...with big huge comfy recliners that were more comfortable than any chair I've been in for at least eleventy seven hundred years...check

A little popcorn...check

A delicious dinner at Carrabba's...but only a few bites...leftovers for tomorrow...check

Christmas lights in Winding Brook...a total surprise that I thought I was going to have to do by myself but didn't...check


Oh my goodness, what a wonderful day Yours Truly had, Dearies! We saw "The Green Book" and I enjoyed it so completely and totally that it was crazy. I knew it was a true story, but had no idea that it was about someone that I "know". (I don't want to ruin the surprise, but let's just say that when they showed the ending I came right out of my comfy recliner, I was so excited...)

I forgot how much I love going to the movies. As a stitcher, I am so used to just listening to things on the TeeVee that I forgot how nice it is to just lose yourself in a story for a few hours! 

Well, I guess I better go tuck myself into the big girl sleigh bed now! 

I hope your very own Thursday was simply swell....I know mine was!


WHAT DO WE THINK?

This is a datebook/journal that might or might not be the next item in the Spinster Stitcher Kidney Transplant Fund Shoppe:

The journals would cost $20 each.
Approximate US shipping cost would be $6.
International shipping quoted upon request.

Size: 5 1/2 X 8 1/2
Cover is heavy embossed textured card stock.
Embossed design is paisley. 
Text would be "Stitching 2019"
Pages include year at a glance:

month at a glance:

50 dot grid pages:

a contact page:

future years at a glance:

If ordered before December 20, they would arrive on/before January 31.

What do you think, Dearies?

Dec 12, 2018

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW...WELL...MINE DOES ANYWAY

Dearies, I have a question for you that has been in the back of my stitchy brain from the moment I started stitching.

What do you do with your working threads when you're stitching?

In other words...let's say you're stitching with DMC221 and the chart calls for two strands. So you pull a nice long length out of the skein and then strip out the two ply that you need. 

What do you do with the remaining length of six strands?

And then, after you've stitched the few stitches of that color and snipped off, what do you do with the leftover that is still long enough to do another area?

I'm using FlossAway bags for my Prairie Moon project, but am stumped over what to do with all of the working threads.

Thanks for your advice and expertise!

IN WHICH WE DECIDE TO JUST QUIT ON A FUTZINGDAY...



I woke up at 6:00 this morning with a migraine and the stomach flu.

(Pause for disbelief.)

( But not sympathy...I got plenty of that this week and am uncomfortable with how much oxygen I've already sucked out of the room.)

The first several hours were pretty rough, and I spent more time on the bathroom floor than I would have liked, but I am now freshly showered and in the Happy Chair with my new blanket, stitching, and diet 7up for company. I called my d-nurse this morning to ask her what I should do about treatment today, and she wholeheartedly agreed that hooking me up to the machine while I am under the weather would just not be very much fun for anybody.

So here I am.

Tomorrow will be another free day, aside from a Dr. Melfi appointment. I am determined to go to the movie theater to see a movie in the early afternoon and then out for a simple light dinner. I told Magoo that we seem to be in a very bad rut now that golfing is kaput for the year, and if I'm not careful I'm going to revert to my old hermit spinster who doesn't leave the house for eight years ways.

Besides, I would really love to see a movie in a theater, since I haven't done so in what feels like forever, and there are several that sound good...Creed II, The Greenbook, A Star Is Born, The Favourite, Bohemian Rhapsody...and let's not forget...Miss Mary Poppins Her Very Self coming on the 19th!

Other than that, I don't have anything new to report other than a big fat THANK YOU to all you Dearies who reassure me that it's OK to just be...me. When I go to the chair on Friday I am going to take my stitching and lap stand with impunity, and the next time I feel all squirrely about something I'll channel you voice as my inner and just get on with it.

Now for some stitching and 7up. Just what the doctor ordered!

How is your Futzingday? Please tell me that you are warm and safe and dry and that your needles are flying! Come tell me all about it!


STILL. LAUGHING.


Dec 11, 2018

TUESDAY EH...DAY



I'm in the d-chair doing my thing, and the gentle cooing and patting of the techs and nurses is exactly what I needed apparently. I wasn't here five minutes before somebody asked me how my appointment went yesterday, and I immediately went into a fullblown ugly cry with sniveling and pitiful tears staining the front of my big girl sweatshirt.

Oey.

I think I'm just tired and feeling sorry for myself...a feeling that I don't care for one little bit. I'm the girl who wants to hitch up her drawers and say "I've got this!" before doing something impossibly brave. But, as I'm finding out, sometimes you just need to be a weepy mess and let somebody else push the rock up the hill.

Today that task falls to my team here, so all I have to do is snuggle under my blanket and watch something lovely on my iPad thingie. Methinks it will be Flosstube or watching people color on the internets...both of which make me very calm and reassured that the world is indeed a happy place.

Miss Ruth from Beadecked and Beadazzled has come to the rescue with some spools of Trebizond in Parchment, so as soon as they get here I should be able to get back to my LJP Christmas Quilt. Then, if all goes according to plan, I hope to gather the threads for her Christmas Ribbons piece and get it started and underway before the end of the year. I have everything I need except Kreinic blending filament (which I've never used) and Threadworx perle cotton. 

In the meantime, I want to get back to the Prairie Moon piece. I contemplated bringing it to the d-chair, but there are an awful lot of thread changes, and that can be quite a production with only one hand. I think I am also a bit shy about hauling my lapstand with me every time, since it looks like I'm moving in with three huge bags of stuff. Maybe if I consolidate better it won't be so obvious...or maybe I could find a big wheely bag that would sit next to my chair out of the way.

Something to ponder.

What I do know is that I need to make these three days a week a little more pleasant and productive, or I'm going to go even more nutso than I am now. This is a grind for sure, so anything I can do to make it part of a "normal" week would be swell.

My goodess graciou! What's with the blathering on endlessly, today?! I guess I forget that y'all actually have things to do and lives to live and places to go and people to see!

(I guess I also forget that you are reading this and perfectly capable of rolling your eyes, thinking "Geeze, Louise can this woman prattle on" and then delete me from your Palm Pilot.)

So if you've made it this far, I will close with a picture of my dinner from last night:

Tonight will be salmon and broccoli.

I swear.

Happy Eh...day! The sun is shining and the bells are sweetly ringing! Here's hoping that it's that way in your neck of the woods!







Dec 10, 2018

MONDAY UGHDAY


I'm channeling my inner Stewey today and burrowing under the blankets and staying here for the duration.  I grabbed an open chair time tomorrow at noon, so I'll have a Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday  treatment schedule this week because the thought of having to go to dialysis today was more than my poor little brain could handle.

My appointment with the surgeon this morninig went about as well as it could have. He took one look at Buzzy and scheduled me for revision surgery on January 15. The problems I've been having with him (Buzzy, that is) are the result of a huge aneurysm that has developed, as well as complications from the stents and coils and angioplasty that have been done to maintain good access. It feels very much like a Sharks and Jets kind of thing between the surgeon and the interventional radiologists and my dialysis team, but I trust that the advice I got to have revision surgery is sound...so off I will go.

I spent about five minutes on the car ride home bawling my eyes out over this turn of events, but now I think a little time in the cube room studio and Happy Chair today will make it all better.  I suppose that I am being overly dramatinc, but every now and then the wave of crap coming my way is bigger than normal, so I need a minute to re-group, hitch up my socks, and ride it out.

Today is a day for that.

I did go to bed at a decent hour last night, but ended up awake and pondering the damn Greek cookie situation. I watched a couple of YouTube videos with various and sundry YaYas (Greek for Grandmother) making them, and I think I have concluded that it is the mixing method that I'm using that's the problem, as well as a flour issue. Stitchy friend Amanda alerted me to the fact that the nice people at Swan's Down have changed the amount of flour that they put into a box (can you believe that she was nice enough to research that for me?!), and in all the videos I watched, there wasn't a Kitchenaid stand mixer in sight. Just a big huge bowl and a sturdy YaYa mixing the ingredients by hand.

Come to think of it, I never actually saw my mom MAKE these damn cookies. I only saw her enjoying one or two with her cup of coffee in the morning at Christmas and Easter time.

Wait a minute.

You don't think that somebody else made the damn Greek cookies and sent them to her, do you?

(Pause for pondering...)

With my stupid luck, my Aunt Mary actually made these damn cookies each year and sent them to my mom. For all I know, the handwritten recipe that I have used and cherished all these years was not, in fact, a treasured family secret, but rather something Mom found on the back of a box of Swan's Freaking Down cake flour.

(More pausing to question everything in life...)

My Dad's cookies will be made on Thursday, and there should be no drama with these whatsoever. There is no treasured family secret handwritten recipe for these because they were sent to him by Minnie Vacario...a neighborlady from Bellefontaine, Ohio. Mrs. Vacrio would shape them into our initials and send them in a big tin, and Dad would try to hide them on top of the fridge or tell us that they had "booze" in them so we didn't scarf them down in one sitting.

(OK, by "we", I mean me.)

(And there isn't any booze in them, and I'm pretty sure that once I reached a certain ago that would not have been a deterrent anyway.)

So on Thursday I will happily and calmly make cuccidatti...Italian fig cookies. The inside filling is nuts and orange peel and chocolate, and the outside dough is buttery and lovely. I don't think I will shape them into initils, but rather cut them small enough that one or two doesn't tip the scale any higher than it is now.

On the stitchy front, I am organizing myself for next year already. I have this bright idea that I am going to go back to the beginning of this here blog and write down what I was stitching each month every year and if it's not finished...finish it. So in January, I will make a list of all of the stuff I was stitching in Januarys from 2009 to 2018 and that will be my January basket for 2019. If I stitched it but put it in the box, maybe I'll dig it out and finally get it finish-finished or framed.

We'll see.

Well, Dearies...I've blathered on long enough. Time to get on with my TLC day. Methinks three or four hours of Outlander or a nice long nap (or both) should do the trick quite nicely, followed by a good healthy dinner and some peppermint ice cream for dessert.

(Provided, of course, that I can haul myself over to the Martin's for the ice cream!)

Happy Ughday! I hope your week ahead is swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!


Dec 9, 2018

LIST...SCHMIST.

The Spinster Stitcher Weekend ToDo List for December 7-8-9

Clean the apartment to within an inch of its life...nope
Change the big girl sleigh bed...nope
Wash, dry, fold, and put all of the laundry away...nope
Read the papers cover to cover...nope
Menu plan and grocery list...nope
Kit up new stitchy project...nope
Buy Christmas cards...nope
Drive around and look at Christmas lights...nope
Organize baking supplies...does stacking it all up on the counter count?
Bake several different kinds of treats and cookies...I don't want to talk about it.
Deep condition hair...maybe. I got butter in it by mistake.

Can anybody tell me why I do this to myself every year? Poor Magoo was subject to me bashing about and cursing a blue streak as I tried to do a forced-festive day of making my mom's damn Greek cookies. 

Every year I tell myself that it's going to be different, and every year I inevitably feel very much like Charlie Brown missing the bloody football and ending up flat on my back with stars swirling around my poor round head.

Now before you tell me that there are literally thousands of recipes out there for  these damn Greek cookies, not a single one of them will be written on the back of Lazarus department store receipt in my mom's beautiful handwriting, and not one of them will call for "a whole box of Swan's Down cake flour" or "get the dough so it isn't sticky".


I'm going to master these some day, I swear to you. I might be 107 and completely unable to stand upright, but as God is my witness (she says while shaking her dough-ladden fists to the sky), I will have Greek cookies for Christmas and they will be good!

(At least somebody likes them...)

As soon as I can stand up again, I am going to take a hot scrubby shower and hit the Happy Chair for some stitchy time before bed. I have to get up at the crack 'o dawn to go see the surgeon who created Buzzy, so I want to make sure to be rested and refreshed to receive whatever news he has to deliver.

I hope your Sunday was swell, Dearies! If you made your own damn cookies today I hope they were perfectly delicious and that you are enjoying something lovely with them under a cozy blanket! Come tell me all about it!

IN WHICH MY DEARLY DEPARTED MOTHER LAUGHS...AND LAUGHS...AND LAUGHS


Damn Greek cookies.

Dec 8, 2018

BIZZY, BIZZY, BIZZY...THE SATURDAY EDITION


As soon as my second cup of damn good is dispatched, I need to get to it. I have a long list of things that I'd like to finish this weekend...both fun (stitchy-related)...and not so fun (housecleaning). somewhere in there I also want to bake the darn Greek cookies.

(Gird your loins, Dearies!)

Magoo has announced that he will be watching the Army/Navy game with impunity, which makes me very happy. This means that I can futz around like a portly Donna Reed and he can have some peace and quiet without me chattering at him like a circus monkey.

Speaking of...

Did you see that Erin Morgenstern (author of The Night Circus) has a new novel coming out next year? I look forward to it, for sure, and am determined to up my reading game. I am thinking about making my way through the Pulitzer Prize winners (in fiction), since I watched a documentary about the prize and realized that there are quite a few major books I haven't read. My reading life in general has been very very quiet for almost a year now. 

Time to remedy that.

But first, I need to make to through a Saturday. About another hour or so of hangover, and then all should be right with the world. 

What's on your list today? Hopefully it will be more fun than not and you can snuggle into your very own Happy Chair and enjoy it! 

Dec 7, 2018

IN WHICH I REMEMBER HOW TO TREAT MYSELF


Remember how I used to have to bribe and reward myself at Chez Spinster to do things like laundry or dust? I stopped doing that when my entire life upended and changed, but I decided to re-implement the bribe/reward system as it relates to making it through the week.

If I go to all three dialysis sessions and behave myself nicely, I will stop at the Starbucks in front of CS2 and get a Venti latte with two pumps of cinnamon dulce. AND...I will not beat myself up for three days afterwards because this is a silly decadent indulgence that is fine for somebody else but not for me.

I am also issuing a challenge to myself for 2019, and that is to stop being so bloody hard on myself. Today is December 7th, so I have a full 24 days left to berate, offend, chastize, belittle, shame, and talk poorly to the mirror.  Enough is enough, I tell ya. I'm as tired of doing it as you are of hearing it, I promise you.  

Time to re-tie the strings of my cape and get back to it. This mat that I've been down on is lumpy and stinky and I want to get back up on my glittery unicorn and soar like the wind.

Thank you, Dearies! Hold me accountable to this, please. If I go too far toward the other extreme, you have my full permission to smack me back into line, but for now methinks a little kindness and gentleness with myself might be just what the doctor ordered.

Happy Friday! Hope your weekend is off to a wonderful start!

Oh, and P.S....my sister has some new things in her etsy shop if you are in need of seasonal needleminders. Here's some that I added to my stash today!

The name of my sister's shop is: SiggysCloset






FRIDAY!

A little more progress on the Prairie Moon piece last night:

And, for your Friday giggles, another one of these little sillies:

I would love to give credit to the creator of these, but all I know is that there is a tag @barkpost. I think it's supposed to be a collection of profiles of wedding guests, because there are a few of "mother of the bride". I don't know why they crack me up so much, but...whatever works. Right?


 ( OK...I couldn't resist. Will you just look at her hair! And the martinis! O.M.G.)

I'm off like a herd of turtles, Dearies! The sun is shining today and it's crisp and clear here in Hoosierville, so we've got that going for us! I am hoping for a productive chair day, but we'll see how it goes...Buzzy and Beepy will have to cooperate, and I'm not sure if they will do so.

My stitchy brain is percolating with a weekend project, so stay tuned!

I hope you all have a fabulous day and that you get to do everything that makes your heart sing! Come tell me all about it!



Dec 6, 2018

TMI...WARNING...GRAPHIC PHOTOS AHEAD

Betty seems to think that the whole Buzzy/dialysis thing is a scam and asked for proof.

Um.

OK.

But first...here's a picture of my fancy holiday nails and my favorite cover on my Erin Condren date book for your enjoyment and to buffer the horror that comes after:


I'm not too sure about the two colors, but at this point anything that keeps me from gnawing away at my cuticles is a good thing. (Filthy habit that I can only break myself of when my nails have polish on them.)

As for Buzzy...here he is in all his dented glory:


There you go, Betty. Feel free to drop me your real name and mailing address so I can send you a Christmas card/restraining order. I promise you that me being a dialysis patient is real and that I am on the UNOS waiting list for a kidney at Indiana Univeristy Transplant Center. You have my permission to call them to confirm, but please know that they will ask you if you are a donor and that might be a little awkward for you, Dearie.

Here's their number: (800) 382-4602. Ask for Jane...she's my coordinator and will tell you everything you want to know.

(Damn Betty.)

OK...back to Thursday afternoon shenanagins. I am going to pop over to the Martins for a few quick little things for a healthy dinner.  I have a nice piece of salmon that I want to make, but need a nice green veg and a salad to go with. I'm thinking broccoli, green beans, or brussels sprouts.

(I might have to treat myself to a little Starbucks when I'm there today.  I've been hankering for a latte with a pump of cinnamon dulce for what seems like a month now! Time to splurge!)

More tomorrow! Here's hoping for a good stitchy night!

WooHoo!


CANNOT. STOP. LAUGHING.



There are hundreds of these on the Pinterest. I found the first last night at about 9pm and I don't think I've stopped giggling since.



I did a little stitching Tuesday night, but was too wiped out to do anything last night. Here's the latest progress:

In other news...I finally got an appointment with Buzzy's original surgeon. Not sure what's going on with him, but he is bruised, swollen, has a huge egg-sized bump, and he's not cooperating with treatment at all lately. Might be time for a Buzzy 2.0.  

Cold and snowy in these here parts so far this morning, Dearies. That means nothing but cozy stitching  for me today! 

How about you?



Dec 5, 2018

IN WHICH WE ARE A COMPLETE AND TOTAL PUDGE POT

I don't know how I did it, but I somehow managed to gain 4.3 kilos in betwwen treatments this time! That's more than 8 pounds...almost 9!

There has to be some explanation other than me being bad, because I wasn't, particularly. I ate carefully and watched my fluid intake, so how it went up that much I have no idea.

So I will fast today and see if we can't get that off quickly with the help of Buzzy and Beepy.

I did stitch a fair amount last night after my haircut, and I did pick up a strand of lights for the balcony and now all is right with the world once again. I posted a pic on the Instagrams of the new do, but will do it here too so that I can cross off one more "accept what you look like" assignment off the list:
I'm not sure about the lips in this one. I tried to draw an upper lip on myself yesterday (since I don't have one), but I somehow think it's askew.  Oh well, guess I'll have to practice.
See? No upper lip whatsoever.

(Good thing the darn mustache is there, though.)

(Matches the beard.)

I'm in the d-chair doing my thing today, Dearies! It's a bit blustery out there, so I might cuddle up under my blanket and just snooze the morning away. Either that, or I will spend the day looking at the Pinterests and the Instagrams at all of the beautiful stitching out there.

Happy Futzingday! Here's hoping that yours is considerably less...pudgy!

Dec 4, 2018

CHELLO, MOJO!

Finally! A good stitchy night!
This one came as a complete surprise, because it was lurking in the very back of The Official Spinster Stitcher Fun Old Fashioned Family Christmas Basket of Fun.
If memory serves, this was originally started sometime circa 2005 or 2006. I had completed the center moteef before tucking it away for Christmas Future.

(WITH all of the threads this time and thankyouverymuch!)
The linen in real life is a little more buttery yello, but the early morning Tuesday Hoosier light, alas, is not cooperating.

So the happy report is that I stitched and watched bad TeeVee to my heart's content last night, Dearies. I really didn't think I would be able to do so after having a crashy day in the d-chair (again with the low blood pressure...oey), but a huge cup of Italian Roast damn good when I got home seemed to do the trick!

Today I will go for my semi-annual hair cut and then to the Targets to pick up a prescription and fetch another strand of white lights for the balcony garland. After what seems like a hundred year's of faithful service, the current strand decided to give up the ghost last night, and I really want to continue to enjoy them, especially since I found my remote control gizmo to turn them on and off from the comfort of the Happy Chair!

Laundry is sploshing and the second cup of damn good is sputtering out of the coffee making contraption. If I can, I'm going to get the paper read and a few more stitches in before heading out into the wilds of Granger!

Happy Tuesday! I hope your mojo is making for very stitchy festivities in your neck of the woods! Come tell me all about it!




Dec 3, 2018

Dec 2, 2018

THIS. IS. SINFUL.




I'm watching the Notre Dame girls lose to Connecticut, and decided to pull out my "I'll put it away later" basket of threads.

Word of advice...

Just don't do it if you expect not to completely foul a Sunday afternoon mood.