TUESDAY...IN WHICH WE ARE SHIP SHAPE

 Ship. Shape.

As in poked, prodded, buffed, scrubbed, x-rayed, and barnacles removed stem to stern. Your portly but loveable spinster has now completed every single examination and appointment known to man and woman, and if the pictures come out well we're good for another year.

Or for a new kidney.

Whichever comes first.

So I had an odd thing happen yesterday. I was supposed to get my hair cut on Saturday, but awoke with a feeling of unwell and called to cancel. My JB was supposed to get HIS hair cut yesterday at the exact same place and by the exact same person, and the salon called to cancel his appointment because they were shutting down due to a positive covid employee.

Yikes.

I realize I'm being completely dramatic, but I felt like the Big Guy kept me safe and sound by having me cancel. One more blessing to add to my very very very long list.

Now that I am home and in the Happy Chair with my afternoon dose of Starbucks, I'm going to grab Pretty Pumpkins and lose myself with needle and thread:

Shes's coming along quite nicely,  I think, and I am really digging the orange (just like Ina!). I have to say that this does not disappoint, and if you're contemplating it, it is definitely very pretty live and up close.

The sun is shining and the birds are tweeting sweetly here in Hoosierville, so there might be a little walk in my future. This week is expected to be just gorgeous, so I want to get out there and enjoy it.

Happy, happy, Tuesday to my dearest Dearies! Thanks for stopping by to visit! Come tell me all about your day!