Jul 20, 2019



Last week was...eh.

So I sent it on its way last night, had a good long sleep, and am just finishing my second cup of damn good. I'm going to take a dip, have a nice cool shower, and hit the Happy Chair with iced tea and stitching for the duration.

Not much to report stitchy-wise, Dearies. My progress on Plum Pudding has been minimal. I am still loving it...just haven't been able to access the turbo button on my needle.

It is beastly out there, kids, so please be careful if you're out in it today. I am taking all precautions and also minding my fluids, so please don't fret for me.

Happy Saturday to one and all! I hope you get to do whatever your lovely hearts desire today! Come tell me all about it!

Jul 18, 2019


I can't seem to snap out of it this week, but I'm not going to worry about it too much. That would require effort, and I just can't be bothered with myself.

If you have to be out in this beastly weather, please please please be careful and take care of yourself!

Jul 17, 2019


Just keeping cool and quiet, Dearies.  What's new with you?

Jul 16, 2019

Jul 13, 2019

Jul 12, 2019


I had ants in my pants today for some reason. I suspect it's because I slept through the alarm and ended up having to rush through my morning routine, which means I didn't get all of my wiggles out before chair time.

Four hours later and I'm home and back in the Happy Chair armed with my Friday treat and JB Magoo asking what's for dinner.

(Answer: salmon, roasted brussel sprouts with shallots, and garlic parmesan rice.)

I'm making good progress on Plum Pudding and am looking forward to a nice cool indoor weekend of stitching on it. I keep waiting to pick it up and think "Eh...not so much today", but it is still blowing my big girl skirt right up!

After Dr. Melfi yesterday, I made a quick trip to the library to re-stack my bedside pile. As I was checking out, right there on the computer screen was a notice for a Learn to Cross Stitch class, and lo and behold it was happening right at that very time and in that very library! So I high-tailed it to the classroom to peek, and it was full of kids being taught by my former Guild sisters!

I was going to make a run for it, because I broke out into the ugly cry because I was so delighted to see them, but one saw me and waved me in, so I spent a few minutes watching and listening and then looking at the kids' progress.

Simply. Perfect.

(But I was sad for the rest of the night because belonging to those guilds was such a joy in my life that I miss terribly.)

(Damn dialysis.)

We're heading into the weekend like a herd of turtles, Dearies! Please, please, please, be safe and careful if you are facing inclement weather. Several of my pod mates are in the hospital due to heat, and I think I heard that the USA Gulf Coast is bracing for a hurricane.

So that's the report for now! I hope your needles or diamond painting pens or colored pencils or crochet hooks are flying! Come tell me all about it!

Jul 11, 2019


Film school, that is.

Summer Film School at Notre Dame.

Jersey Boy Magoo and I decided to attend a program over on campus this July that focuses on four films and a specific aspect of each.

Last night's lecture, film, and discussion after was:

It was wonderful! The theme of the evening was cinematography, and we learned all about the history of it, lenses, angles, aspect ratios, and how shooting something in a specific way can change the entire look, feel, and meaning of a scene.

It was a bit of a long night after a long hard day in the d-chair, but so very worth it.

Next week the movie is "Rushmore", and I think the theme is mise en scene. Not sure what this means, exactly, but I'm sure to find out!

So here is where I get weepy and send a very special thank you to my friend Miss Heritage Hall. After the no good very rotten awfully bad terrible day I had yesterday, she left a comment about an executive order that President Trump signed yesterday. It is a three-pronged approach to address people with end stage renal failure! I only read the high points, but it really did give me a bit of hope. Thank you, dear friend. You always know exactly what to say and how to say it to make everything better.

(But I did get the beejeebers scared out of me. Did you know that 50% of patients on dialysis die within five years of being on it?! This is not a statistic they have ever shared with me.)

(Boy, do  I need to get that transplant!)

Happy Thursday, Dearies! I'm off to Dr. Melfi, the library, and the pool...maybe. In between, I'm hoping for a little stitching and interweb surfing. Do something stitchy today if you can and cone tell me all about it!

Jul 10, 2019


I'm drinking an iced coffee the size of my head, if that's any indication of how things are going today.

Damn, drat, and phooey. It. Is. Hot.

And humid.

(And we all know how much this big girl loves hot and humid.)

My hair is deranged, the front of my old lady t-shirt is soaked through, and my carefully applied GoldBond cooling powder has turned to kindergarten paste in my nether regions.

To top it off, I gained almost seven pounds since Monday despite eating like a nun on an organic kale farm and swimming for almost AN ENTIRE FREAKING HOUR in the swimming pool yesterday.

This would have been just another Wednesday were it not for the fact that the needles hurt so bad I bawled my eyes out and then one of the nurses questioned my effort in trying to get a transplant....as if going through this three times a week is preferable to eating the occasional salad.

Oey, I tell ya! Oey!

If Stewey were here, he'd lead me to the big girl sleigh bed, pat me gently, and tuck me in for a lovely snoozy nap...smelling of baby shampoo and feeling as soft as a sophisticated little chinchilla.

(With an overbite.)

Alas, I am left to my own comfort, it would seem, so methinks a little Plum Pudding, several more ounces of this delicious cold brew concoction, and a cold cloth on my head will just have to do the trick.

Speaking of Miss P...here she is in all her glory thus far:

The Bitsy Bob Cutie was a gift from my sister...she picked up on my growing addiction to them and surprised me with a little stitchy kindness. If you don't know what a Bitsy Bob is, go visit Miss Kelly on the Etsy at That's So Kelly Co (or just do a Google for Bitsy Bob).

OK, enough kvetching, Dearies. Thank you for the vent. If your corner of the world is sweltering, please look after yourselves and all the critters around you...and if you have to be out in this working...God keep you safe!

Do something cool and come tell me all about it!

Jul 9, 2019


A long time ago, the Dunkin Donuts commercial consisted of a guy who would wake up and proclaim "Time to make the donuts!". And he proclaimed this over and over, day after day.

I feel like I am moving my q-snaps on Plum Pudding over and over, day after day.

Thus, the obscure reference.

Sorry to confuse, Dearies, but out if curiosity, did ANYBODY know what I meant, or did I dream the whole Dunkin Donuts guy?

(It wouldn't be the first time...that's for sure!)

Jul 8, 2019


Time to move the q-snaps...

Jul 7, 2019


Does this qualify me for the Flying Needle Society?

Jul 6, 2019


Fourteen years ago today I met the love of my life at Willowswamp Farm in Ligonier, IN and he came home and made me a mommie. I love you, Stewey. You are the best thing that ever happened to me...

Jul 4, 2019


Well, Dearies, the old crazy crackpot spinster is back in the saddle.

I came home from the d-chair yesterday armed with good intentions of a healthy dinner and a night full of movies and stitching, but ended up slobbering on the couch like an exhausted labradoodle for three hours instead.

When I awoke it was 11pm and I was wide awake,  so I did the prudent thing and stayed up until 2am stitching and watching My Fair Lady.

I could have stitched all night...I could have stitched all night...and still have begged for more...

Today has dawned a bit bleary and hot and humid, but I am in the Happy Chair armed with my smoothie and Plum Pudding for company. No pool time for me today...there appears to be an entire country of small people splashing about with their water wings down there, and I am just not in the mood to be "on" today. Invariably, when I go to the pool populated with littles, I end up supervising and entertaining them whilst their parents lounge and take a break. If Magoo is with, he expertly takes over the small talk and hears all about the latest adventures of Emma and her sister Natalie and their dog named Bear (or whomever), but he is in New Jersey and I am left to my own agoraphobic devices today, so inside it shall be.

No nightmares last night, thank God. According to my dealer (aka, the guy at the CBD oil shop), I have been mis-dosing myself.  I was only squirting a half dropper under my tongue on d-chair days. What I should be doing is taking a half dropper every morning to maintain a steady level of it in my body rather than having it jump up and down.

(I'm pretty sure the whole thing is complete hooey, by the way, but if it gets me to faithfully go to treatment and not pass out during cannulation/needle insertion it's worth it.)

My plan for the day is to eat well, rest well, and stitch while watching movies. I do have some patriotic pieces I could play with in honor of the holiday in these here parts, but It might just be another day for PP.

Speaking of...here's a progress pic:

So I guess that will do it for me today. If you are celebrating, please have a very safe and happy 4th of July. Otherwise, have a very sFe a happy Thursday!

P.S. I received a request for my smoothie recipe. Vanilla almond milk, Oikos triple zero yogurt, and frozen fruit. Simple. Today I've got peach and mixed berry yogurt with frozen blueberries and peaches in the magic cup.

P.P.S. Dinner will be burgers on English muffins, potato salad, and baked beans with watermelon for dessert. I wanted hot dogs, but can't trust myself not to eat them like Joey Chestnut, so prudence prevailed.

Jul 3, 2019


Does anybody know why a spinster of a certain age would suddenly start having bad dreams? And, why, perchance, said dreams are full of death and...spiders?!

Good grief, Dearies! It's just not easy being me sometimes.

(Well, all the time, really, but I am making an effort to be a more positive person.)

(Pause for eye roll.)

OK...moving on. Yesterday was full of stitching, rest, and movies. I have been on a bit of a movie kick lately, and watched Moonstruck, Saving Mr. Banks, Patch Adams, Beaches, Notting Hill, and Ghostbusters.

(A real intellectual film fest of cinematic excellence if you ask me.)

Plum Pudding continues to rock right along. I am just loving every stitch, and am truly enjoying some stitchy peace...finally. It only took about sixteen years, but I feel like I finally found my lane.

That's it for Yours Truly today, Friends. I'm off to the d-chair like a herd of turtles! Happy hump day! Do something humpy and come tell me all about it!

Jul 2, 2019

Jun 30, 2019


28ct linen from Picture This Plus
Threads from Dinky Dyes or Colour & Cotton
A really good chart
11 inch q-snaps
A grime guard and matching project bag
A Bitzy Bob
Gingher scissors
A retractable sharpie
Piecemakers needles in size 24 or 26
A chip clip
A really great needleminder
Jeffrey Dean Morgan making waffles in the kitchen

Here's yesterday's progress on Plum Pudding:

And, after all this time, guess what I figured out!?:
Sure beats losing the darn thing in the Happy Chair (or my booosum!).

Happy Sunday, Dearies! I hope you are having a little bit of your very own Nirvanna today! Come tell me all about it!

Jun 29, 2019


The frog made a visit:

But I made delicious grilled chicken gyros for dinner:

Pita, lettuce, grilled chicken, feta cheese, red onion, and homemade tzatziki sauce! Delicious, and exactly what I was craving today!

Jun 28, 2019


So after my very perfect Thursday, guess what I did?

Had bad dreams and tossed and turned all night.

Yup...my mini movie last night was me in the hospital dying and all I wanted was my mom and dad.


I'm sure Dr. Melfi and I will have a field day with that next time I see her, but for now it's a new day and I'm off to the d-chair armed with an extra cup of damn good and a few extra drops of CBD under my tongue.

Stitching was lovely last night...still working on Plum Pudding. I've almost completed the dark purple center and hope to make some really good progress on it today and over the weekend. We are expecting some wicked heat and humidities in these here parts, so aside from pool sploshing, methinks there will be lots of movie watching and stitching to be had.

And maybe a little laundry.

That's it for today, friends. I hope your very own Friday is wonderfully swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!

Jun 27, 2019



Chello, Dearies!

Here we are on a Thursday, and I have just hauled my big fat self out of the big girl sleigh bed.

It's going on noon.

As in noon ter noon...a time when most people have been up for hours and are contemplating their second meal of the day rather than their second cup of damn good.

But you know what?

I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I had I good long sleep, because you are my people and (aside from Betty), you won't judge me one little bit for just being me today.

(If I haven't said it lately...I love you all for that!)

Here is the current state of stitchy affairs in this part of Hoosierville today:
I'm chugging right along on Plum Pudding and enjoying every stitch of it. Pulling silk through linen is better than any drug on the market, kids. Trust me...I've tried 'em all!

As soon as I get myself semi-presentable, I'm off to see Dr. Melfi, and then home for a splosh and a lovely healthy dinner. I had groceries delivered last night for the first time (because I had a coupon that covered almost all of the delivery fee thankyouvetymuch), so CS2 is stocked and ready for the foreseeable future, or the weekend.

Whichever comes first.
It's all about smoothies, salads, and grilled ka-bons for this here tubbykins, kids! I'm going to get these next hundred off if it kills me!

Happy Thursday! I hope you are doing all the things that blow your skirt up today! Do something decadent and naughty and come tell me all about it!

Jun 26, 2019

Jun 25, 2019


After all of the preparations today, guess what I just decided to stitch next:

Um...why yes...yes it is. 

That is Plum Pudding. Another in the dessert series from Glendon Place.


Grasshopper Pie
Glendon Place
28ct Pampas by Picture This Plus
All silk threads per the chart from Dinky Dyes
Mill Hill glass seed beads


I slept in a little, had my damn good and read the paper, ate breakfast, and played in my studio. Four new projects in my stitchy basket for a few weeks of summer stitchy fun:

First up is a little needlepoint canvas by Melissa Shirley. This is a class from Family Needlearts in Phoenix that took place a few weeks ago. I am "ghosting" this and three others remotely:

Summer at Cherry Hill is a good d-chair project because it's a lot of solid color stitching:

With the upcoming holiday, I figured it might be fun to play with Star Spangled Banner from Northern Expressions:

Finally, only a few more beads to go on the lower left corner of Grasshopper Pie, and it will be officially finished,:

That's the report for the day, Dearies! It's hot and humid here in Hoosierville today, but I might slather on the suncreen and go splosh around in the swimming pool...I could really use the exercise and floaty therapy! I hope you are having your very own wonderful Tuesday! Come tell me all about it!

Jun 24, 2019

Jun 22, 2019


First I drank the damn good, then I played the golfing, and then FINALLY I had the first official 2019 splosh in the pool.

I am now home and in the Happy Chair ready to play with beads for a bit before tucking in with a library book.

A very good day, indeed.

Jun 21, 2019


I'm feeling a bit punk, so decided to distract myself with a quick visit with my Dearies. This morning it was a bit of a mad dash to find something to tuck into my bag, but I'm happy with the choice, because I somehow managed to stitch all of those fill-in stitches on the dress. If my Starbucks kicks in when I get home, I might be able to complete the entire woman.

Yes, I am still treating myself even though I missed Wednesday, because my absence was doctor-induced and not me playing hookie.

Damn doctor. Four hours of waiting, an invasive and painful exam, and ten minutes of mumbling before he exited with nary a question answered. I will return to my original ophthalmologist and let HER tell me the results of the exam and next steps.

So phooey on him.

My hands and feet are sporting their summer fun, so I suppose I should follow suit and get in that darn swimming pool! I have yet to do so this year, and I just know that's the cause of my recent attitude problem. A little sun and some sploshing about with fix whatever ails me, I just know it.

So that's it for now. Another few minutes and I can unhook, bandage up, and go home.

What's on your agenda for the day?



And during:

Jun 20, 2019


Grasshopper Pie
Glendon Place
28ct Pampas linen by Picture This Plus
Dinky Dyes silk threads

Well, Dearies, I did it again with the finishing of the stitching on something. Today I will REALLY finish her with her beads, but I was too excited not to share.

Quiet and trying to gather my wits today. I am heading over to get my nails done in a bit and then going to the library for another stack of books. Then, methinks it will be lasagna for dinner with a nice baguette and a salad.

Who could possibly be happier than Yours Truly?

Jun 19, 2019


Cirque des Coeurs
Ink Circles
28ct Picture This Plus in Fog
WDW Julian

I think she is my largest finish ever, Dearies, and boy o boy did it feel good! The linen is really quite pretty despite my craptastic photo, and the thread is equally so. I started this on March 2 of last year, used exactly 15 skeins of thread, and put the final stitches into it at the stroke of midnight. 

The plan is to shop for a frame online and tackle this myself with the help of tutorials from Danielle and Vonna on the Flosstube.  Then, if I don't completely screw it up, I'm going to attempt a few other things that are snoozing in the Fuppy box.

No d-chair for me today. I had an unfortunate reaction to the trauma/nightmare/four hour hostage situation from yesterday, so it's back to bed I go. (Don't cry for me Argentina...it's just part of being me these days.) 

Jun 18, 2019


You spend FOUR HOURS at the eye doctor, but you don't mind sitting in the eye doctor's office for FOUR HOURS because you were smart enough to remember your stitching and you spend the entire FOUR HOURS stitching happily away while everybody in the eye doctor's office asks you what you're doing.

FOUR HOURS later, I am happy to report that I have only one moteef to go!