Well, so much for thinking I'm the boss of me, Dearies. My plan to sit and stitch went awry when I remembered an errand that I needed to run. This lead to me going over to campus and taking a mile long walk around a lake (!) followed by a lovely al fresco lunch of salad and iced tea.
And fried pickle chips.
(A girl needs a little treat every now and then, right.)
The afternoon and early evening was spent on the balcony watching a rain shower, and then a few episodes of the MadMen before hitting the big girl sleigh bed.
So even though a needle and thread were nowhere to be found I still managed to have a peaceful, happy, healthy, and very lovely day.
As soon as I get my wits about me I might contemplate some laundry and house scrubbing, but if that mood doesn't strike...there's always next weekend, right?
Happy Sunday! I hope your very own day takes you someplace fun and wonderful. Come tell me all about it!
Today has dawned anew, and I am in the Happy Chair ready for action. I don't have any stitchy progress to report, Dearies. Once the trauma of the day wore off I was just too tired to contemplate needle and thread, so it was a binge-watch of MadMen and pizza and not much else.
It is a Maynia free day, so this means I will putz about with a few different things. I might have a little Grasshopper Pie or play with Cirque or even give some consideration to Oscar's Corsage...wherever the day takes me.
Thank you for your love and cooing and pats and hugs and kindness. I just don't know whatI did to deserve yous...
But first there is damn good to be consumed and laundry to be sploshed and floors to be swept.
Wherever you find yourself today, I hope it's exactly where you want to be! Come tell me all about it!
I am in perpetual awe of how my life can go from one extreme to another at Mach V speed, and how I somehow manage to survive the ride.
This morning in the d-chair I apparently decided that it would be a good day for a full-blown Tony Soprano right there in front of God and everybody, followed by a Lucy for what seemed like two and a half hours.
Translation: I had a huge panic attack followed by a long wet ugly cry all over the front of my old lady big top.
They could not get the needles into my arm no matter how hard they tried, and despite me doing the calm soothing breaths, singing the Sesame Street song, and clutching my BitzyBob, it was a hot mess. Three different techs tried, four different needles were used, and I'm pretty sure we pulled one of my lungs out of my armpit because the pain was...ungodly. All three gave up and went in search of a fourth tech...the Access Whisperer...and I was left sitting there with needles hanging out of me, a debris field of bandages and gauze, and a small crime scene of blood and fluid all over the floor.
Why this upset me so, I have no idea.
(She says sarcastically.)
I don't know if it's a full moon, that time of the month, or just an overload of stuff happening to me all at once, but I went into one of the very worst panic attacks I've had in recent memory. This one harkened back to the Great Meltdown of 1999 in which I tried to crawl out of a moving car in the middle of a brushless car wash. If it wouldn't have been so scary, I probably would have clutched my chest a' la Fred Sanford and started hollering "I'm coming for you, Stewey! Hold on! Mommie's almost there!"
(If you don't get that reference, look up 1970's TeeVee sitcoms...specifically Sanford and Son.)
Soon enough, the Whisperer was there telling me to go to my happy place again, and she went to town. Two jabs later and I was hooked up, and she patted my hand, told me to put my big girl panties back on, and she moved on to her next patient/victim.
That in itself would have been enough for the day, but something about it caused the waterworks to start, and then the hiccup/cries, and then a good old fashioned bawl session that had an entire life of its own. I desperately tried to hide my face a bit and pretend like I was meditating, but the copius tears, red blotchy face, and heaving bosom gave me away.
So did the river of snot that I kept trying to quell with the back of my hand.
(Note to self: Learn to carry a gd handkerchief or box of tissues.)
In the midst of all of this, the lady-part doctor called to report bad biopsy results, the nurse practitioner tried to discuss labwork from Monday, and the techs had a shift change.
By the time Lorie came on board, the entire team was ready to unplug me and call it a day, but she took one look at me and told them to "Just give a heifer a minute" and I got over it.
I made it all the way through treatment and somehow managed to get home and into my sweats, and then it was time to open the mail.
Inside was the very most perfect gift from a very most perfect stitchy friend...a gorgeous little pin pillow that says "No place like home" and a Starbucks gift card. As I told the sender in my note to her...home really is the perfect place, and the only good reason to leave it is Starbucks!
(Does she understand me, or what?)
So what was a horrible no good lousy terrible drastically bad day turned itself right around in a split second because somebody out there was kind enough and generous enough to think of me and remind me that I am the very most blessed spinster on the planet.
I'm going to go have a good long sleep now and then a nice piece of pizza and then enjoy some stitchy time in the Happy Chair. Thank you for indulging me, Dearies. I hope you know that your presence in the world makes mine all better! Happy Weekend to you and yours! Time to do something fun and come tell me all about it!
Happy Monday, Dearies! My Stewey Little would have been 14 years old today, and it's been 15 years since my dear Dad has passed away. Missing them both fiercely today!
Well, so much for my brilliant plans on this one. I started it quite some time ago on 25ct fabric one over one, but this just isn't going to work for me. I cannot see to stitch it this way no matter how hard I try, and I'm just not loving the coverage. So I think I'll re-think the fabric, do some figuring, and look for a new piece of linen. Onward!
I have just binge watched seven seasons of the Game of Thrones in six days. Last night, I stayed up until two in the morning to watch an hour and a half epic battle, and I am wiped out.
Let's just say it was rather...intense.
Anywhoose...here we are on a lovely Saturday morning (er...early afternoon), with our candle burning and our damn good slurping.
As soon as I finish reading the paper I'm going to stitch and do laundry and not much else today. I enjoyed playing with Cirque des Coeurs so much yesterday that I might continue the fun today and then play with Grasshopper Pie tomorrow.
Life is swell, Dearies. Just a small hangover from treatment, so absolutely nothing to complain about in any department whatsoever. I hope your corner of the world is perfectly wonderful and that you'll come tell me all about it!
My first free day! Pulling this means I can do whatever I darn well please today...stitch, paint, putz, sew, read...anything my pitiful little heart desires!
But first, a trip to the clinic for lots of tests...mammogram, ultrasounds, etc. I'm dreading all but know they must be done. I just need to remember that the sooner I get there the sooner I'm back home in pajamas, right?
Dearies, thank you so much for continuing the love and good wishes and happy thoughts! I get so many lovely notes and comments...I am in awe of you! Please know that the feeling is so very very mutual and that I appreciate you more that I can ever say!
My free day stitching was a wonderful way to clear my head after too many hours getting poked and prodded:
Well, Dearies, here we are on a lovely Sunday morning in Hoosierville.
I slept in quite late today and am getting a very slow start, but methinks that is just fine. I've had my damn good and started a load of towels in the washing contraption, and now it's time for stitching and Game of Thrones.
I finished season three in the wee hours, so I might have to go back and catch the last little bit of the last episode since my eyes were closing and I'm pretty sure I missed some crucial parts.
Here is the progress from yesterday on Grasshopper Pie:
Only the upper left corner to complete and then it's on to the beading!
Flank steak and roasted veg for dinner tonight. I've really been trying to behave myself while Rich is away, but I decided to stick with a Sunday meal plan and cook something nice fir myself. Tomorrow I'll get back to salad...today is treat day!
I hope your very own Sunday is lovely and swell and that you'll come tell me all about it! Happy Cinco de Mayo if you're so inclined...have a margarita or two for me!
I'm up and in the Happy Chair with my first cup of damn good. It was a late night of bingeing season two of Game of Thrones. I started re-watching the entire series on Thursday and managed to watch a full season each day, so hopefully I will be able to catch up to the finale by the time it airs.
Stitch Maynia 2019 has proven to be a lot of fun for Yours Truly. If you're just joining us today, I decided to participate by drawing a different WIP to play with on weekdays and play with Plum Pudding on the weekends.
(I may amend that to Grasshopper Pie, because I am so very close to a finish on it and would really like to have it complete before diving into PP.)
In any event, I have really enjoyed the three different projects in three days. It was a lovely way to reconnect with pieces I hadn't seen in years, and the variety of styles and threads really kept me interested. Also, I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of progress I was able to make in just one day of stitching! Granted, they were very long days, but sitting down and being focused for that long was wonderful for my tiny little brain!
It's a bit gloomy here today, but I don't mind one little bit. I am determined to spend a bit of time spiffing up CS2. Nothing major today...maybe just a quick swish of the bathroom and kitchen and a ride around the place on the vacuum. Just enough to keep the Health Department away and Stewey from haunting me in my sleep.
I got a lot of questions about my Starbucks order yesterday. On Fridays, if I've gone to every treatment that week, I treat myself to a trip through the Starbucks drive through. Lately I am obsessed with the vanilla sweet cream cold brew...made as skinny as they can. (Venti refers to the size...large in Starbucks speak.) It's a bit rich and indulgent, but so far has motivated me not to play hooky from dialysis, so that's a good thing, no?
OK. Enough blathering. I'm going to get my second cup and get the paper read before getting on with my Saturday. What's on your agenda today?
A very rough treatment today, but I treated myself to a Venti Cold Brew on the way home and settled in to get a surprising amount of stitching in! I have to say...these three days of Maynia have been very fun, indeed! Two days of free stitching/crafting, and then it's back to WIPs next week!
At 9:00 last night I pulled my very first project for my very first Stitch Maynia! I'll work on this Big Red Sunflower when I get home from treatment today and see how much progress I can make before pulling tomorrow's project!
Today's progress...a few more black and white squares in the border:
It's cold and dreary here in Hoosierville today, and I am loving every minute of it! I slept in a little longer than normal, had a few cups of damn good, read the paper, and now I'm going to settle in with Grasshopper Pie for one last day of stitching before Maynia begins.
(I know I'm a total whackadoo, but days like this make me appreciate being able to stay inside in my pajamas all day without guilt.)
Not much stitching to report from yesterday. Treatment completely knocked me out and I was under the weather for the duration of the day and evening.
Rich is heading to New Jersey on Thursday, so I will have ten days to miss him and revert back to my old single spinster routines. I know there will be tacos and lots of housecleaning and late night stitching, and probably more than enough bad TeeVee in the form of Housewives to shake a stick at.
(His visits home give me the opportunity to crawl back into my neurotic agoraphobic turtle shell and just be...quiet...for a bit, so as much as I worry about him driving and being away...I do appreciate the time to reset all of my buttons..)
I have received a ton of emails asking about my sister and Bosco. They are both doing well and living out of state. She opened an Etsy shop called Siggy's Closet and is making and selling stitchy-related things, and Bosco is supervising quite nicely. He will be 14 years old in September and is still as cute as ever. I miss the little guy so much and sometimes feel like it was just yesterday that he was terrorizing Stewey on the ottoman.
Speaking of Stewey...he still pops into my dreams every now and then. I have a good cry about twice a week because I still miss him so much, but the laughs over his antics usually outweigh them. He sure was a special part of my life.
OK...that's enough rambling for now. The countdown has begun until I pull my first Maynia project out of the box tonight! WooHoo!
I just spent a very enjoyable few hours in the cube room studio organizing The Official Spinster Stitcher Stitch Maynia 2019 Basket and Toolkit O'Fun.
Here is the master tool kit. Notepad, Stewey birthday daisy needleminder, ort jar, highlighters, scissors, needles, and container of project names.
Two sets of q-snaps...8x8 and 11x11 complete the supplies:
Plum Pudding has its very own kit...q-snaps, grime guard, and project bag en route:
The plan so far is that I will sit down at 9pm each night to draw the name of the project for the next day for Monday through Friday stitching. To make it more spinster-friendly I added a few "free", "repeat", and "draw again" slips. The projects in the basket are all Spring/Summer/misc related, since I am a very seasonal stitcher and don't want to stitch Autumn/Winter/Christmas in May.
Once a project has been drawn, I'll put it on the q-snaps and stick it in the kit for the next day.
(Saturdays and Sundays will be reserved for Plum Pudding.)
So there you go, Dearies! We'll see how this goes...if successfully, I might try it again in August or September with autumnal projects. Augustania?
This is the sum total of what I've done today....I painted my toes myself and then had Miss Karen work her magic on my fingers:
Now...on to some stitching!
Well, here we are, Dearies. Another Thursday has dawned bright and early and I am doing my level best to get my wits about me with a nice hot cup of damn good. Mornings after treatment are quite...ugh...but the hangover lifts within an hour or two and I should be right as rain once again.
I have hopes of getting myself into the cube room studio today to putz and futz about in my stash, but I'm going to let the day take me where it wants to. I have a sneaky feeling that Maynia should be joyful and fun, and that I should resist the temptation to over-think the bliss right out if it, so we'll see what happens.
Wait a minute.
Who the heck is this DevilMayCare laid back Spinster, and what has she done with the neurotic crazypants lunatic who used to live here?!
The truth is, I'm tired.
And by tired, I mean physically, mentally, and emotionally worn out from fighting and fretting and worrying and planning and holding on to stuff so tight I squeeze the breath out of it. I feel like I have about three brain cells left in my tiny little brain, and I want to use them poking a needle through linen...and nothing else.
Maybe it's the miracle of industrial grade pharmaceuticals, or maybe it's age...I don't know. But I'm so damn tired of listening to myself kvetch and worry about crap that I think it's time to change the channel.
I really wish I could adequately express how much I enjoy watching Flosstube, and how utterly grateful I am to the lovely stitchers who do the hard work of making videos. I am in perpetual awe of anybody who has the ability to put themselves out there and do it so well, and the hours and hours of peace they give me is totally priceless. If you haven't tried it yet, go to YouTube and search for Flosstube.
Absolutely fandamntabulous, if you ask me.
So I think that's about it from the friendly confines of CS2 today. I hope your Thursday is swell and that you get to have the exact day you want to! Come tell me all about it!