Feb 18, 2018
Feb 17, 2018
It's just me and the Chicken Sisters here at CS2. My Jersey Boy is away on business, and I am left to my own devices, which includes a lot of my old bachelorette behavior like sitting around in my pj's stitching all day:
The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I appreciate the control my stitching gives me. My life has been so topsy turvy for such a long time now, that I think I have come to crave the one place where I get to be in the driver's seat. And, the fact that the pathway is well-ordered and neat and tidy (and pretty, too!) makes me appreciate it even more.
(Hmm....methinks I have just sprouted my next Needlepoint Now column.)
So the Chicken Sisters are back in position this morning, sleeping off last night's revelries:
I came home from dialysis to them shooing a pair of gentlemen callers down the back stairs and the remnants of what looked like quite a party littering the entire living room floor. I would have thought the old girls too mature for such behavior...but this is Spinster World we're talking about, and God knows anything can happen.
I have yet to view any Olympics (!), so my plan is to watch the Opening Ceremonies and then catch up on as much as I can over the next few days. Rich will be away until Thursday, so it would seem I have plenty of time in between BuzzyBeepy dates and chicken parties.
Here's hoping that your very own coop is fluffed and feathered with all of the things you love! Happy Saturday! Come tell me all about it!
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 10, 2018
Rich is at pickleball, so I am under the magic blanket with my damn good, the morning paper, and the Olympics on the TeeVee. We missed the Opening Ceremonies last night because I was snoozing off and on after my harrowing day, and Rich was trying to figure out the plot of some crazy show on the Starz.
Today will be a quiet recovery day, so after I get my wits about me I plan on stitching stitching stitching!
Feb 9, 2018
Snowmageddon, indeed. I made it through the tundra and into the dialysis center by the use of sheer will. I drove slowly and carefully, channelled my inner big girl, and thought happy thoughts the entire nerve-wracking time.
Only two patients called off, but almost all of the techs and nurses decided to stay home. My tech today is a bit frazzled, but cheery and determined, so I'm good. I'm in patient mode, but doing my part to entertain the troops with my pink socks, PopTarts, and crazy leggings.
(What can I say? I am really good at creating comfort for myself, and those three items have kind of become my battle provisions. I set my chair up in a certain way, snack on the same stuff, and wear a uniform.)
Jersey Boy is home shivering under his couch blanket...marveling at the snow. I tried to explain that this was actually pretty normal a few years ago, and that we seem to have gotten a bit spolied with mild winters lately, but he seemed more worried about how I was gong to drive myself to and fro today.
(Can I tell you a secret about him?)
(He is a TERRIBLE driver.)
(Yes...he is the love of my life and my dream come true and everything I've ever wanted and a complete re-incarnation of both Stewey and my dad, but the man. cannot. drive.)
(But that's our secret, OK?)
So I'm hooked up, cozy and comfy, and enjoying the pretty view:
Sorry you can't see anything but...white, but that's pretty much what's out there today. Lots and lots of white. Methinks the snow brush will come in handy when it's time to go home.
That's the report for a Friday, Dearies. I'm hoping and praying for a calm and peaceful run today...so far, so good!
Hope your day is swell and that you are warm and safe and dry. Come tell me all about it!
Feb 8, 2018
Whew! What a busy day!
I started at the Salon Nouveau, where I got my toes and fingers painted a lovely shade of hot pinky red called Ecstasy.
(Too racy for this portly old spinster?)
From there I stopped in to see my eye doctor at the Wal-Marts to have a look at my eye, but I was informed that he is no longer there and has retired.
(Wonder if it was something I said?)
Then I hit a drive through for a quick lunch (nope...not gonna even talk about it), and then it was on to the lab for some quirky labwork that has to be done at the lab and not dialysis. It was there that I overheard everbody talking about the snowmageddon that's headed our way, so I broke out in a cold sweat, got the labs drawn, and drove a thousand miles an hour to my therapist appointment.
(Well, maybe not a thousand miles an hour exactly...more like a warp speed 35.)
I was three minutes late and thought about having a nervous breakdown right there, since Dr. Leslye would be the perfect person to fix it, but we just chatted instead. As usual, she just shook her head and asked me if I thought maybe a sedative would be a good idea?
(Apparently, despite my very best attempts to hide it, I am still a nervous and complete mess.)
When my hour was up I left Dr. Leslye, called my Jersey Boy on the car phone thingie and told him I would be home in a minute, but that I was going to stop at the Martins to get some coffee creamer.
Needless to say...me not being in a grocery store for a few months, combined with the feeling of impending doom, and coupled with me just wanting to hybernate all weekend...resulted in a lot more than coffee creamer.
But there will be a good dinner tonight followed by cake!
If life were normal, I'd put my jams on, break out the stitchy basket, and watch the snow fly and not worry about it. As a matter of fact, I seem to remember looking forward to snow storms, so that I could just hunker down with Stewey and the fireplace and enjoy it.
But guess what?
I have to figure out how to get to dialysis tomorrow.
It was a little nerve wracking to be told "Just wait and see what happens in the morning" by my nurse, but I suppose that there really is nothing to do but that very thing. After all...I'm not the only dialysis patient on the planet.
(Just the most needy, it seems.)
OK...I'm off to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Stuffed pork chops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes...followed by a golden butter cake with chocolate frosting.
I'm determined to stitch tonight, if for no other reason it will calm me down. Maybe I'll pop my headphones on and watch a little Flosstube too, just for extra good measure.
Happy Thursday, Dearies! Hope it was swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!
Feb 7, 2018
Buzzy, Beepy, and Midge are doing their thing today, and I am a little miserable. The insertion of the needles did not go as planned, so now my entire arm is smarting a bit. We're hoping it calms down and that I can tolerate it since the pressures are good and we're running at full speed.
A little stitching last night, but I forgot to take a pic...phooey.
I've also implemented a new rule for myself, and that's "No more Facebook" unless it pertains to this thing of ours. I made the mistake of watching a video last night that got me all up in my head, thus resulting in a poor night's sleep. So nothing non-stitchy related from here on out.
Rich decided to work from home today, so I get to drive myself to and from the chair, which is actually a huge relief. What can I say? I'm a much better driver than I am a passenger...especially in inclement weather.
So that's it for today, Dearies. Clean and sleepy and hooked up to a dialysis machine.
Hope your Futzingday is swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!
Feb 6, 2018
Absolutely nothing to report today, Dearies.
Zip. Zilch. Nada.
I came home from dialysis, made dinner, ate dinner, and promptly fell asleep in the Happy Chair with my project in hand. We started watching a movie, but I think I was out before the opening credits had finished.
Today I am hungover, which is quite normal apparently, so for the next few minutes I'm just going to get my wits about me, read the paper, attempt the puzzles, and then get on with the day. My eye is much much better thanks to drops and me keeping my hands away from my face, and I have taken your good advice and ditched the bargain tissues until such time as I need them occasionally rather than every four and a half seconds.
I am, however, happy to report that it really was just a good old fashioned head cold, and that my decision to say "No, thank you" to the arsenal of antiobiotics and whatnot that the team wanted to throw at me was the right one. The last thing I need to do right now is develop a resistance to things that will eventually save me...right?
All in all, nothing to complain about in these here parts. Jersey Boy has left for the office, I am doing a little laundry and enjoying the quiet, and the sun looks like it wants to shine on the newly fallen snow.
Not bad for a Tuesday, indeed!
Feb 5, 2018
More Red Velvet Cake last night while trying not to pay attention to the game. The Eagles were doing very well while I was making dinner, getting situated, etc., but the moment I started watching they started losing. Figuring I was the cause of it all, I hid behind my project until they pulled it together and won the game.
You're welcome, Philadelphia. You're welcome.
My Jersey Boy was very very happy and is convinced that the outcome last night is a harbinger of more good things to come this year. His mantra has been "This is our year, Con", so I hope he's right.
Buzzy, Beepy, and Cousin Midge are visiting as I type this, so here's hoping that they all get along well today and that the session runs smoothly. I'm going to catch up on some Flosstube and bad TeeVee for a bit and probably catch a snooze if I'm able. We're pulling a lot of fluid today, so the main thing is that I don't want to crash.
That's it for me on a cold but sunny Monday, Dearies. I hope yours is swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!
Feb 4, 2018
My crankitude this morning was caused by the discovery that I blew my eye again overnight. This is the third or fourth time I've done this...broken a blood vessel in the white of my eye...and each time I do it, it scares me to death.
But I know exactly what happened this time. My head cold really kicked in on Friday and Saturday, so I was constantly sneezing and blowing my nose and rubbing my eyes with the discount tissues from the Costco that are effective, but not soft.
Tomorrow I will ask the dialysis nurse to take a good look at it before administering heparin and I will call my eye doc to get in asap to make sure there's nothing more to it.
Rich and I enjoyed a quiet morning, and then I took a nice long nap in anticipation of going out to watch the Super Bowl. But, because my Jersey Boy really is a Prince, we stayed home in our jammies instead and had simple leftovers.
Now I am going to get a little stitchy time in while the game continues on.
Hope things in your corner of the world are...super!
Feb 3, 2018
I get the leggings on the amazons and they are cheeeeeeeap I think I paid less than $10 for them, which would make sense given my propensity to look for a bargain these days.
I also wanted to clear up my wearing of the leggings in public. I only do so with a top that completely and adequately covers both my heiney parts and my belly parts (sorry Anne, but my belly parts are name Quasimodo because they hang on my front like a gargoyle on a cathedral). For dialysis, they allow me to sit without seams or zippers, etc getting uncomfortable on my jiggly bits after several hours.
(And yes...once I get a new kidney and am able to do so, I plan on finding a really good surgeon who can perform a front end realignment and allow me to see my toes again.)
(Will somebody please remind me to stop talking about my intimate secrets so much? Methinks we've entered into the TMI zone and need to find our way out...toot sweet.)
(Where's Stewey when you need him? This is the exact kind if thing that would have sent him into a rant if epic proportions.)
As for those of you who say "I could never wear that kind of thing"...trust me when I tell you that once you do you'll be hooked!
Today and tomorrow will be spent in the Happy Chair or the big girl sleigh bed for sure. My cold worsened overnight and I am determined not to let this thing get down in my chest. So I'm pushing fluids...taking the Mucinex...resting....and sending JB out for chicken noodle soup later. If I can get my eyes to stop watering I might try to stitch, but at the moment I am quite...drippy.
Happy Saturday, my Dearies! I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Feb 2, 2018
So who knew that the errands that Rich wanted to run included buying me some new jeans?
Apparently, Mr. Blackwell over there is not happy with my go-to "outside" outfit of twenty-six year old jeans and a big top. (We won't even talk about my "inside" outfits). I thought I was doing a good job of hitching the jeans up with a rope and all...but apparently the fact that both of us could stand in them together and at the same time was a major fashion faux pas.
What can I say? Clothes and clothes shopping are just not my thing. Never have been. I always blamed it on the fact that I'm a big girl and not at all good at finding the appropriate tent to cover my wobbly bits, but I really think it has to do with the fact that my lifestyle leans more to comfy than fashionable these days.
(Besides...who needs clothes when there are stitchy things to buy?!)
(I'm a girl on a buget, kids....and have my priorities after all.)
I have categories of clothes...inside comfy, outside comfy, date night "acceptable with a coat over it", and dialysis clothes. But my categories are, I've been gently told, more akin to that of a person who just doesn't have enough sense to know that she looks ridiculous rather than suburban chic, and that clothes that are more than twenty years old should probably be passed on (to the dust bin).
So now I have a sporty new pair of jeans that somewhat fit (I personally think they are entirely too tight, but nine people in the Targets assured me they were not) and a lovely new denim blouse that I can wear on its own or with something shiny underneath.
Thank you for your kind comments about me losing weight. I am a bit stuck since starting dialysis, but am really working hard to get another hundred pounds off. If I achieve this, my total weight loss (from my very highest) will be 260 pounds.
(Told you I was a big girl.)
(My highest, by the way was quite some time ago...the year 2000, to be exact. Eighteen months of high dose prednisone and a propensity for eating racks and racks of ribs had something to do with that little episode, I'm sure.)
Anywhoose...the prednisone weight came off over the space of about three years, but then I stuck at a weight a hundred pounds higher than I am now. What prompted the second round of weight loss was the transplant surgeon telling me to call him when I weighed "x".
So now I weigh a little less than "x", but want to keep going as well as I can so that when this is all over I will finally be the petite blinde triathlete I've always known was trapped in here.
After we bought the jeans, we headed out to dinner and I had a cheeseburger. I realize that this seems to fly in the face of everything I just said above, but...it was a cheeseburger. And I ate it with only one bun and a salad on top of it.
OK...maybe I THOUGHT about eating it with only one bun and a salad on top of it, but actually ate it with both buns and a side of truffle fries...but...baby steps, people. Baby steps.
My cold is kicking my b-o-t-t-o-m today, but I am relieved to conclude that it just that -- a good old fashioned head cold and not the flu. No fever, chills, body aches, etc. Just a runny nose, watery eyes, and a froggy voice. Hopefully it will all be over in a couple of days.
So that's the rather long-winded report for a snowy Friday, Dearies. I hope you are heading into a weekend filled with everything your heart desires. Please take good care and do something wonderful and kind for yourself. When you do...come tell me all about it!
Feb 1, 2018
So here we are...it's February already! Today is a bit dreary here in Hoosierville, but I have just had a fifteen hour sleep (!) in the big girl sleigh bed and now I'm in the Happy Chair for some fun. My flu/cold is still hanging on, but seems to be getting a little better each day, thank God. It turns out that I can take Mucinex, which has turned out to be really really helpful!
If I'm up to it, I might paw through some stash...or I might not. Pulling Dinky Dyes silk through Picture This Plus linen is sooooo completely lovely that I just don't want to put it down. It's pink and red, so I supposed it can be a Valentine piece, right?
Rich wants me to get out for "some fresh air", so I might take a ride with him as he runs some errands today. I'm trying to convince him that I can get fresh air right here in the Happy Chair by opening a window, but he seems determined to get me moving a bit. I suppose a little excursion won't kill me....besides, I might convince him to go for big salads for dinner from McCallister's. (What can I say? I'm a total sucker for a chopped salad and I am trying to lose another ten pounds this month.)
I watched the Flosstubes yesterday, and it got me through a particularly brutal session. I've graduated to the largest needles possible and we're running the machine at full speed and pulling a fair bit of fluid off, so my poor body needs a minute (I think) to adjust. But...Miss Vonna came to the resue and two of her videos were just what I needed to make it through. My techs kept coming over to see what I was grinning at all day, and I tried to explain the complete joy this thing of ours brings me and how you all saved my life...but the tears came and I just looked like a boob, snotting all over my old lady sweatshirt with the zipper in the arm.
(Maybe I should just forget about trying to explain it to outsiders. After all, if there are tens of thousands of us out here who get it, why worry about the ones who don't?)
So that's the state of the Spinster Union today, Dearies. Quiet, calm, happy, peaceful, and hopefully full of some reading, stitching, and hand-holding with my Jersey Boy. If I didn't know better, I'd think I'm off to a perfect Thursday!
Jan 31, 2018
I broke the first machine, so they switched me to a different chair with a better view:
And here's me...trying to look happy and brave before getting hooked up tp the new machine.
(I really need to rethink my hair...the Snooky bangs are getting a little old.)
OK...time to chill. Here's hoping that your view is swell. Come tell me all about it!
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 27, 2018
I think the most frustrating part of this whole dialysis thing is the ups and downs of it. Just when I think I've got it figured out and have a good session...all hell breaks loose and I have two bad sessions in a row.
I also think I am jinxing myself, because I got in the chair yesterday and said "I'm going to run perfectly green all day and just sit here and watch Flosstube and look out the window and not bother anybody and then go home ant eat pizza."
First, I clotted. Then, my arm started to hurt amd then it hurt really really really bad and they had to pull me off early. Finally, once I got back to CS2, I was so darn drained I could barely make it to the big girl sleigh bed.
BUT! Today the sun is shining and I am awake and ready to start playing with my Wendy Moore class piece. Rich is watching horse racing all day and I am going to put the ear thingies in amd sit in my Happy Chair with Flosstube for company and just go pull thread through canvas and be swell.
Here's hoping that your very own weekend is wonderfully perfect in every way and that you get to do whatever it is you want to do.
Come tell me all about it!
Jan 26, 2018
So today I'm trying something new. I got up a little earlier, took my scrubby shower, and now I'm in the Happy Chair with my damn good and stitching for an hour or so before heading out. Hopefully it will result in a more peaceful and less traumatic session.
Progress continues on Prairie Schooler January. I'm not sure about the two tone house, but I'm going to pretend that the sun is casting a winter shadow
Happy Friday, kids! Come tel me...blah blah blah.
Jan 25, 2018
IN WHICH WE LEARN THAT WE ARE, IN FACT, NOT AT ALL LIKE MISS VONNA, MISS DANIELLE, OR MISSES PRISCILLA AND CHELSEA
Wanna know something?
I can watch eleventy seven hundred hours of the Flosstubes and write extensive notes on how to finish finish something and I can carefully scour the ads for coupons to the JoAnns and the Michaels and the Hobby Lobbies, and I can drive myself to all of the above and wander through every. single. aisle. looking for things to do a finish finish in the style of Misses (see above) and you know what I end up with?
Holy crap on a cracker. I am exhausted. But, I achieved my goal of finish finishing something that I had stitched, so...I'm gonna slap this up on the wall and call it a win.
(But can I just say that it is a REALLY good thing that I do not have the phone numbers of the Dream Team of stitchy finishers above, because as God is my witness I would have called each and every one of them to come get me, slap me silly for thinking I could play Varsity ball with them, and then firmly lead me out of the JoAnns, Michaels, and Hobby Lobbies amd into my car to go home and think about what I've done.)
Country Cottage Needleworks
32ct natural linen with polka dots
Stitched along with Miss Priscilla and Miss Chelsea...The Real Housewives of Cross Stitch.
Threads used are different than what's charted:
GAST : Dried Thyme, Chamomile, Dark Chocolate
WDW: Blue Jeans
CC: Roasted Chestnut, Peanut Brittle
RG: Sparkle Braid SK06
Buttons: Jessee James scrapbook embellishments from the amazon
(They had loopy things on the back that I had to snip off with my little bead cutters.)
I'm sorry that you cannot see it in my craptastic photo, but the snow sparkles! I highly recommend Rainbow Gallery Sparkle Braid for sparkly snow, but be sure to use Thread Heaven on it to reduce the amount of money you have to put in your swear jar.
I am hoping to finish this using a combination of techniques from Miss Vonna, Miss Danielle, and Miss Priscilla....stay tuned! It will either be gorgeous or will be headed to the land of Craft Day Gone Awry.
1:00 appointment today and then home to work on the Prairie Schooler January. My plan is to work on it until the end of the week, play with my Wendy Moore class piece this weekend, and then pick up Red Velvet Cake for February!
Hope you are well. I am...hungover and still surly today, but keeping my distance from polite society and just letting it pass. Meds are changing like crazy at dialysis and methinks this has thrown me into another well for a minute. I know they've been giving me a crap tone of Venofer, which is basically iron, so maybe once my stores get boosted I'll start to feel a little better.
Buzzy and Beepy were fighting because one of my lines completely clotted off, and Midge was just feeling her oats and decided to scratch the living heck out of my good arm. We gave them all a good talking to on the way out last night, so hopefully they will all be better behaved tomorrow. I am also going to switch up my playlist to something a little more soothing, and spend more time watching the Flosstubes rather than sit and fret about big hard things.
So that's the plan...just be a patient and a stitcher and nothing else.
I hope that your corner of the world is less fraught with big hard things and that you are well and safe and warm and comfortable and dry. Come tell me all about it!
Oh, and P.S. Thank you, dear Blogger for fixing yourself overnight. I'm sorry I ever doubted you and for all of the rotten things I thought about you...
Jan 24, 2018
If you have a moment, please head on over to Miss Em's new blog at: http://www.thesewhappystitcher.blogspot.com and say hello. She is delightful and has launched today. WooHoo!
Now on to the phooey:
Still can't post pictures to this here blog.
Blood pressure 190/110 upon arrival in the chair today. Buzzy, Beepy, and Midge (the blood pressure cuff) are not getting along and are making me a bit nuts.
Sad and testy conversations at CS2 and just wanting to "go home"...weepy, sad, angry, hot mess express today. Better get over it toot sweet, or Betty will rear her ugly head and tell me to quit my bitching.
What can I say? Every now and then I guess I just need to have a Wednesday.
OK...Adele and I are going to just chill out for a minute here and regroup. Don't mind me, folks. All will be well once again, I'm sure.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 22, 2018
Bigger needles running full steam ahead. It makes for a better cleaning, but is a much harder workout. I might need a little nap when I get home.
Yesterday was quite possibly the closest I've come to a perfect Sunday in a long time. Mass in the Basilica, breakfast burritos at home, the Sunday New York Times, a nice long snoozy nap with my face in the sun, chicken fajitas for dinner, and then stitching late into the night while Rich watched his Eagles win and then went to bed happy. Bliss.
I'm going to settle in and watch some FlossTube now. I've done my "run through" of email, etc., and now it's time to zone out.
Happy Monday, Dearies! Hope your weekend was wonderful and that your week is off to a wonderful start! Come tell me all about it!
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 19, 2018
So here I am in the dialysis chair, all ready for my daily visit with you, when I realized that I forgot to take a picture of my stitchy progress last night.
And there was a lot of it!
Forest Snowfall is quickly drawing to a close, and then...brace yourselves...I'm going to fully finish it! I am determined to not just stitch pieces and then throw them in the big underbed FUPPY box this year, but rather finish-finish as many as I can and then enjoy them.
But...here comes the happy dilemma.
Do I Pricillafly them, Danielleify them, or Vonnafy them!?!?
How darn lucky are we to have these girls in our community with their inspiration and generosity in teaching us how to do stuff?
Oh, how I love them so...
The sun is shining and the weekend is upon us, Dearies. Let's all do something fun and come tell each other all about it!
Jan 18, 2018
I think I keep calling this piece by the wrong name. This is FOREST SNOWFALL, not Frosty Forest or whatever else I've been calling it. This is/was a SAL along with the fabulous Miss Priscilla and Miss Chelsea on the Flosstubes.
But I think I'm the only person in the group who has not yet completed it.
Today, though, I hope to make some progress while Rich is at the office and I am in the Happy Chair. Then at about 4:00 or so I'm going to channel my inner Ina and make a lovely dinner for when he comes home.
Such big plans. I better pace myself.
So that's the report for the day. The sun is shining and the birds are tweeting sweetly down in Florida or Argentina or wherever it is that the thermometer hasn't given up completely. Hope your corner of the world is swell and that you're doing something fabulous! Come tell me all about it!
Jan 17, 2018
I guess they didn't hear the line as "Nobody puts Spinster in a corner":
They keep changing things up on me, Dearies...my chair time, my techs, my needle size, and now the pod in which I sit. I used to be on the opposite side of things overlooking the pond. Now I'm in a far corner overlooking...well...not much.
Hmmmmm. Wonder if it was something I said?
(I'm sure the crashing and upchucking and infiltrating and whatnot hasn't helped matters any, but Geeze Louise...I'm still new at this and am still learning the proverbial ropes!)
As a matter of fact...I think I've been downright damn delightful! I don't fidget, I don't do things I'm not supposed to do, and when I come in here after I've lived my life like a marathon running nun on an organic kale farm I'm pleasant, determined, respectful, and compliant.
Maybe that's the problem.
To get the concierge level upgrade, you need to be a squeaky wheel and demand all sorts of special attention or something.
Not gonna do it. I am perfectly happy to sit here and behave myself because I have a secret weapon that (to my knowledge) nobody else has.
I watch the Flosstube.
And I visit your blogs and respond to your emails and, as the kids say, I "manage my brand".
So Baby can go dance her socks off out there in front of God and everybody. Me and MY peeps will be here in the corner doing our thing.
Ciao for now!
I get it, I really do.
It's just a day planner.
Paper and two covers and a metail coil.
A place in which to write appointments and such.
But this particular day planner just made my heart leap right out of my chest, and I cried pitiful tears of sweet hot joy.
Here is the official 2018 Spinster Stitcher Erin Condren Life Planner with custom front and back covers:
And...because I just couldn't leave well enough alone...a sheet of custom stickers.
Aaaaaahhhhhhhh.....I don't think I've loved something this much since Stewey Himself was here to make every day wonderful. Now I get to have that feeling every time I plan. (And yes...those covers are interchangeable from year to year. I have several different moteefs, but nothing quite this special.)
I don't know if you're interested in this kind of thing, but here's the inside layout that I selected:
I was always a vertical girl, but this year decided to go horizontal.
So now we know what I'll be doing when I get home from dialysis today, if I'm able...moving into this year's book and planning all of my adventures!
I hope your very own Futzingday is expqually as blissful and that something is making your very own skirt blow right up!
Jan 16, 2018
Watching Miss Nicole on the Flosstube.
(Am I wrong, or is the ability to watch it on a TeeVee screen the very best thing...ever?!)
Last night's progress on Frosty Forest:
Cold, quiet, restful day today, Dearies. I am going to have a hot scrubby shower, done some fresh jams and fuzzy socks, and settle in for the duration. Hope your very own Tuesday is completely swell!
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 14, 2018
The Sunday papers...complete with ads and coupons from the Michael's:
A notebook from Erin Condren with my name on it that I found during the re-org and in which I am now keeping stitchy notes... Hello, Flsstube inspiration!
And my progress on Forest Snowfall...coming along nicely, I think:
So that's my morning thus far. A little punk, but methinks that is to be expected on Sundays. Either that or I've picked something up again...ick.
The sun is shining, and the birds are tweeting sweetly elsewhere (somewhere warm, I presume). I hope your corner of the world is full of everything you love and that your needles are flying!