WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY PEACE LILY?!

It gets low light and watered once a week very slightly. What the heck is wrong with me that I can't keepa peace lily alive?!
 

TAKE THAT YOU LOUSY LITTLE SPAMMERS!

Hi, Dearies.

This here blog got hit overnight with THOUSANDS of spam comments. At the moment, I am trying to delete them and figure out how to prevent them in the future. I know you can't comment right now, because I am still trying to find the setting that allows you to come chat, but not Dr Ugumbawe who has a cure for toenail fungus, herpes, and third world debt.

I'm sorry about this, and hope to have this fixed soon. In the meantime, if anybody out there has a tip or two as to how I can outsmart these pesky little buggers...

Cheers!

WHAT I DID ON WEDNESDAY, BY THE SPINSTER STITCHER HER VERY SELF

 

TUESDAY...I THINK

The weekend must have taken more of a toll on me than I tealized, Dearies...I am still in a complete fog, and feel like I've been dropped off the edge of a tall building. Heat and humidity are just NO BUENO for your loveable yet portly Spinster!

Laundry is sploshing, the fridge and freezer have been purged and organized, and I am now going to enjoy some Olympics,some stitching, and some iced damn good!

What's going on in your neck of the woods? Come tell me all about it!

TAKE US OUT TO THE BALLGAME!

I wonder if I will ever learn to smile for a camera without looking like I've been plugged into a light socket? (And yes...my goddaughter was freaking FLAWLESS and looked fresh and lovely despite sitting in a sauna for eleventy seven hours!)

The sky was...amazing! This was about an hour before the storm rolled in.

We were missing our Sara and Steve (my younger goddaughter and her fiance'), so we'll have to do it again soon...maybe for a Notre Dame game!

The newlyweds! My new nephew is wonderfully amazing (even if he is an Ohio State fan and hasn't yet

learned to love my Irish). 😬 

And then there's my JB Magoo, who seems to tolerate these selfies with good humor!

Oh my goodness...what a wonderful time we had! It was stupid crazy hot, and I melted right into a big puddle, but I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat if I could!

We started with a late lunch at an Irish pub and made our way into the ballpark for the festivities. The rain and lightning sent us scurrying back to the hotel in the 7th, but thanks to a gorgeous rooftop bar, we were able to see a bit more of the game before calling it a night.

Breakfast on Sunday, and then it was time to head back home, with squishes and promises to do it again soon. 

Oh....how I love these people! They are my heart, my loves...my family!

THIS ALMOST MAKES UP FOR OUR STUPID OUTFITS

In case you're not a watcher of Olympic ceremonies, that is a planet made entirely of drones hanging over Olympic stadium in Tokyo. It appeared during the singing of John Lennon's Imagine, and I confess that I was a weepy mess while it hovered there...like magic.

As usual, I am dismayed that the US contingent looks like a bunch of United Airlines flight attendants on a layover in Tampa, but I guess when you're Ralph Lauren you can slap a logo on a blue blazer and call it "uniquely styled for the American experience" and get away with it.

But it could be worse.

I do like the handy little white purses, though. So good for toting things about...especially one's medals.

I think this might be more my style:

Is it just me, or does the lovely lady on the right look a bit like Tony Curtis in Some Like It Hot?

We're heading to Ft Wayne tomorrow to meet up with my Lima friends, Denise and Jeff and my goddaughter Jacqueline and her husband Blake for a baseball game and some visiting. I'm looking forward to some time to be elsewhere for a minute, since my grumps seem to be following me here in Hoosierville. 

(I was particularly "pointed" with my nephrologist today because she wanted to blather on about the cost of one of my meds and I wanted to discuss my labwork. I probably overreacted, but I spent two months trying to take a drug that did NOT agree with me, and I was sickety sick sick because of a financial decision made in a cubicle someplace, and her telling me how expensive it is didn't help me any better. At. All.)

Moving on.

I'm going to leave the iPad alone for a few days and re-charge my batteries, Dearies, so carry on for a bit without me mucking about. I hope that your weekend is full of fun and frolic and that you'll come tell me all about it!

MAKING SOME PROGRESS

I've been playing with Baked Alaska for a few days now. I'm making my way through the upper right quadrant, and loving the feeling of silk through Picture This Plus fabric!

 

JIMMINY CRICKETS

I honestly don't know what my dealieeo is, Dearies. I ended up finishing the living room, took a long hot scrubby shower, had a bite to eat, and then stitched while watching the Phillies. At 10 o'clock on the dot I put myself to bed and then proceeded to be COMPLETELY WIDE AWAKE until 4:30 this morning....at which time I fell into a deep sleep for about ten minutes.

Phooey.

Thank you for the nice comments about the living room. It still doesn't make any sense whatsoever from a design standpoint, but for now it works and it's going to stay put for a bit.

I've decided to go with the flow of this mood and just be still for a minute and let it run its course. I suspect that there are any number of reasons for its cause, but there's no point in trying to figure it out, because I know it will pass and I'll be back to my happy carefree self eventually. (She says optimistically).

Today is my dear dad's birthday. He would have been 89 today. I gave Stewey's box an extra little pat and told him to give some extra kisses today, and I had the happy thought that Mom and Dad might do something fun together and enjoy themselves with everybody up there.

Time to settle in with my blanket and pillow, I think. Happy Futzingday to one and all! I hope life in your corner of the world is happy and healthy and fun and wonderful! Come tell me all about it!

SO THEN THAT HAPPENED...

I just re-arranged the living room furniture.  

We're going to stick this in the "They really should make pills for this" category and go take a shower now.

To answer you question...nope...still surly.

TUESDAY

 

Well, Dearies, your hapless portly spinster is just plain old out of sorts. I don't know if it's new meds, or our hot and humid weather, or the general July ughs, or the unbearable stress of waiting for this kidney, or the general horror show that is dialysis, but the truth of the matter is that I am feeling very much like Hugh Grant in Four Weddings And A Funeral...I think I need to be where other people are not.

Our pool is closed because of a broken pump issue, so I will need to just make do with some time in my Happy Chair with some stitching, I think, since floating it all away won't be possible for a few days.

(Either that, or I think a nice long nap in the big girl sleigh bed might be in order.)

So bear with me and stay tuned, please. I'll snap out of it eventually and will climb back up on my glitter-covered unicorn and hop the daisy field full of rainbows once again.

Talk amongst yourselves and come tell me all about your corner of the world!

MONDAY

 

 

LOW AND SLOW...LIKE A BRISKET.

It occurs to me that dialysis is a lot like crock pot cooking. Best when done low and slow and with the lid firmly in place for the duration.

I've been a hot mess this week mentally and physically, Dearies, and decidedly not myself. Nothing has snapped me out of my funkety funk funk, and I'm heading into the weekend a bit muddled and surly.

Phooey.

I'm certain that our lousy weather has an awful lot to do with it, so maybe if the wind shifts and a cooler and drier breeze blows in I'll snap out if it.

In the meantime, there's lots to do and lists to be made and chores to complete and stitchy things to stitch.The cube room studio is an absolute disaster and I'm piling stuff on the kitchen table again, so maybe a good clear out will help this mood to pass quicker.

I hope that life in your corner of the world is considerably brighter! Come tell me all about what's blowing your pant legs up!

THINGS I'M OBSESSING ABOUT ON A THURSDAY. AND A FINISH.

Pip and Chip bobbins for DMC floss. (Approx $225USD, so I've started saving pin money):

Floss ring bling and paisley needleminders from my sister's etsy shop, Siggy's Closet:

Finishing projects and loving how much bling can change a canvas:

 

NOTHING LEFT BUT THE BLING

Well, my flower doesn't exactly look like the one on the front of the stitch guide, but I was having so much fun with making loopy loops with silk ribbon, I guess I got carried away:

Here's what it's supposed to look like:

Stay tuned for the beads, buttons, and sequins! WooHoo!

 

WHERE HAS FLOCHE BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!

DMC floche comes in huge fat skeins, is not divisible into strands, and two strands equals one strand of the DMC floss. This is my first time working with it, and I am loving it!

Like butt-a.

WELL..GOODNESS, ME!

Happy Saturday, Dearies!

I got up at the heiney crack of dawn to get showered, dressed, and down to the South Bend Clinic for fasting lab work with about three hundred other poor sleepy souls, came home for a little breakfast and some damn good, and then some golfing with my JB.

Nope.

"I just need to close my eyes for a minute", I said.

Four hours later, and I'm in the Happy Chair with  HUGE vat of iced damn good, wondering where the day has gotten itself off to.

(The sippy cup is from my favorite puppy tot nephew, Little Mr Bosco Oliver Willowswamp, His Very Perfect Little Puppy Self).

I must have really needed the rest, because I was out hard for the full four hours, and I can't remember dreaming. I usually wake up about every hour or so, and remember almost every detail of what I've dreamt as if it were a movie (which most of my dreams feel like).

The Phillies are doing their thing in Boston, and I am all set to begin a new project:

This is a series of classes taught at Family Needlearts in Phoenix. I ghosted the class (meaning, I participated from afar instead of in person), and I decided to pull them out for a nice little change of pace.

Grilled burgers on pretzel rolls for dinner tonight! The Martins has 95% lean patties that I throw into my cast iron grill pan, and I swear they almost taste like they're right off the Webber! I don't think I've ever had a pretzel roll before, so I'm curious to see if I will like it better than an English muffin!

On the weight front (speaking of hamburgers), I actually managed to lose a little this week, and I came off the scale after treatment Friday at 109kg. I have been at 110 for a few months now, so a little loss was a nice treat! It gives me motivation to hit it hard and see if I can get to 100kg this year.

Well, Dearies. This canvas isn't going to stitch itself, so I suppose I better close for now. I do hope this finds you all happy and healthy and safe and well. Come tell me all about it!

I DIDN'T MISS IT...I JUST OBSERVED IT QUIETLY...AND WITH FEELING

SteweyMommieVersary was Tuesday, July 6. Sixteen years ago that day, I drive through the cornfields of Logonier, Indiana to WillowSwamp Farm to collect my baby, my little furry love bunny, my greatest and deepest love.

I had eleven years, four months, and ten days with him, and I wouldn't trade one second of it away. Thank you, Little, for showing me a side of myself I never knew existed.

WHY I AM A TOTAL BOOB, BY THE SPINSTER STITCHER HER VERY SELF

About a month ago, my JB announced that he had purchased special rooftop tickets to the South Bend Cubs. I said "Oh, that sounds nice" and promptly forgot about it until yesterday morning, when I realized the day had dawned.

And then I started to fret.

And fret.

And fret.

In my defense, it was about 145 degrees outside yesterday with 452% humidity, and I already wasn't feeling that great to begin with.

But I got myself ready to go and made JB promise that if we got there and it was too hot we could come home and he wouldn't be too terribly disappointed, and off we went.

It was sooooooo wonderful! The rooftop is actually a huge area with seating, a patio under shade, a bar, restrooms, and the best view. We had a buffet of burgers and hot dogs, got free hats, and had the entire place practically to ourselves. 

Oh....and there was a beautiful breeze up there that made it feel about fifteen degrees cooler.

I guess it just goes to show me that the Summer of Yes is turning out to be an enormous success, and I need to stop anticipating disaster.

No stitching to report, Dearies, but I'll remedy that tonight and tomorrow.

What's new with you?