LITTLE VIEWS THAT MAKE ME STUPIDLY HAPPY ON A SNOWY SATURDAY WHILE THE LAUNDRY IS SPLOSHING

 

IN WHICH WE FULFILL A HANKERING

 

I have been in such a deep schlumpadink lately, but I'm happy to report that I finally glimpsed a teeny tiny speck of light at the end of a very long and dark fatigue tunnel. I thought it might be thyroid or meds, but apparently it's just me. 

(Can we blame it on the time-change still? Or has that ship sailed?)

A new start tonight while my Lady Irish play the basketball against Moorehead State. Rich is doing his ushering thing, which means I can hit the mute button on the TeeVee and enjoy silence whilst getting threads sorted and the first stitches in.

(Is it just me, or do men listen to the sporting thing REALLY REALLY LOUD?) Sometimes I like to just have a bit of quiet to allow my tiny little brain a moment to stop spinning around inside my pointy little head and settle down.

(Thus...the joy of silence.)

So I'm going to play with this one for a bit to satisfy my cross stitch itch. I am stitching this on a beautiful piece of 28ct Platinum Cashel, so the threads are slipping through like butta'.

It won't be long for me tonight, Dearies. I was up at the crack of dawn to take my Jersey Boy to the dentist for his third consultation on what to do about his poor teeth. Because of the level of terror he experiences at all things medical and dental, he has neglected things to the level of catastrophe, so it looks like major surgery and appliances will be required. He'll start on December 30th with extractions, and then after a few months of healing time, he'll get fitted for some fancy new partials.

As much as I wanted to tease him and tell him that it was easier to get Stewey to brush his teeth and go for regular checkups than it is to get a 6'2" man into his shoes and socks and to a doctor, the look in his eyes made me feel so sorry for him that I stopped for breakfast sandwiches on the way home instead.

He's a trooper, though, and I know if I am gentle and kind and loving he'll be fine.

(I cannot promise, however, that copious amounts of sedatives will not be consumed in the process.)

But in the meantime, there's lots of stitching to be done and hopefully some baking of things to be enjoyed in the next few weeks. I am going to try the damn Greek cookies again this year, but thanks to several YouTube videos, methinks we might not end of with dough that could spackle the bathtub!

What's new in your little corner of the world? Are you lighting and tinsleing and twinkling your heart out? We're half-ass decorated, which I think will be just fine. The tree is up and lit (but ball-less), and the little village has its little self all aglow on the front hall table, so I'm content. 

Happy Thursday! Cheers to a lovely cozy stitchy weekend!

A TINY BIT OF PHOOEY

I'm making pretty good progress on LJP's Christmas Ribbons!  Instead of working randomly from the lower right corner, I decided to reference the chart and work on finishing complete ribbons.

The one with the green wreaths was going great until it came time to add red ribbons to the tops of each wreath. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get them to look quite right. I tried and tried and tried, but gave up and had a little tizzy and put myself to bed.

And then, in a stroke of genius, I opened up the amazons and searched for tiny little red wreath buttons. Not only did they have them, they had the perfect size! 6mm! Right there on the amazons!

So I paid my six dollars (or thereabouts) and then waited for them to get delivered.

Crap. 

Perfect size, but wrong color. 

So do I try to find red ones? Break out the red nail polish? Forget about them until I'm finished?

How can something so tiny make such a big difference?

OK...back to stitching!  What's driving you nuts tonight, Dearies? Come tell me all about it!

 

FRIDAY

 

HELLO DECEMBER!

 

 

 

THE BEST PART OF THANKSGIVING (OTHER THAN THE THANKS AND GIVING)

Everything came out hot and tasty, the feasting was over by 3, the kitchen was clean by 3:30, and I was napping by 4!

 

 

OH, MISS LAURA....HOW I'VE MISSED YOU SO!

If you've been my friend for more than ten minutes, you probably know how much I love Laura J Perin Her Very Self. I have enjoyed several of her pieces over the years, and last night....as I was twitching for something other than cross stitch...I found Holiday Ribbons in my Christmas basket.

Oh, what joy! What fun! It was EXACTLY what I was looking for!

I had made a pretty good start on this last year or the year before, so I concentrated on the lower right corner. I think once I get that completed I'll jump onto the excellent chart and proceed according to the instructions.

Thanksgiving provisions have been procured, thanks to a few small orders from the DoorDash. (I haven't had any of my vaccines yet, so I'm steering clear of public spaces for a bit). Our menu will be exactly the same as always...roasted turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, two stuffings, green bean casserole, corn pudding, sweet potatoes, two cranberry sauces, dinner rolls, and two pies.

(I'm just here for the Siggy Specials after dinner...turkey, mayo, celery sticks, and salt and pepper on Pepperidge Farm white bread.)

Cheers, Dearies! I'm off to the shower and then back to stitching!

HAVE YOU SEEN MY MINIONS?

I'm having a quiet Monday, Dearies. It's a bit gloomy outside, so I've been happily slurping my damn good under my Thanksgiving Snoopy blanket. It's not looking very lively in the holiday productivity department, unfortunately. There are so many things to be done, but the elves that run the place seem to have flown the coop.

Oh well. More time for their supervisor to stitch and do nothing, right?

My progress on stitching all the things for Christmas is quite tiny, but no complaints. I'm just enjoying pulling whatever strikes my fancy and poking it a bit before getting lost in something on the TeeVee or heading under the covers with my book. (I'm about half-way through Babel (the Huang one), and am enjoying it immensely because it's situated at Oxford.)

So here is the report:

I hope your weekend was swell! My Irish won their football game decidedly....they beat Syracuse by 67 points, but my Jersey Boy's Sixers and Eagles didn't fare as well. We were both a bit lumpy, but did manage to have a good dinner last night before getting lost in yet another limited series on the Netflix or the Apple, or whatever other crazy thingie on there that shows us all kinds of stuff.

I hope your week ahead is full of fun. If I manage to get out of the chair today, I might actually do some things, but in the meantime...I'll be right here:

Cheers!

SATURDAY SPINSTER BLISS

 

IT MAY BE HALF-HEINEYED, BUT IT'S A START

I had visions of hot cocoa, Christmas music playing softly in the background, the scent of cookies wafting over the perfectly decorated CS2 while lovingly sorting through baskets full of stitchy fun, clad in soft and cozy flannel holiday attire.

Crap on a cracker, when am I EVER going to figure it out?

I'm in an eighteen year old sweatshirt with pajama bottoms on that are so old the elastic gave out sometime during my Junior year...of high school. The only thing wafting is the smell of burnt potato and olive oil, because no matter how many times I read the damn directions, I can't seem to make anything in the air fryer without setting it on fire first. The "music" is the festive tones of my Jersey Boy hollering obscenities at the Sixers game, and the decorations are still stuffed in a closet someplace because SOMEBODY can't be bothered to get herself out of bed or her chair long enough to put them up.

Phooey.

It's gonna have to do for now, Dearies. Something has knocked me for a loop, and I just don't have either the energy or the strength to do anything other than sleep. I stumble around with good intentions, I promise you, but my giddy up seems to be giddied elsewhere.

I'm going to start with the Mill Hill Santa and see how it goes, and if I get a boost tomorrow or later this weekend, I might fish a bit further in the WiP pile and Christmas basket. We'll see.

Cheers to you for putting up with my kvetching. Thanks for hanging in there with me!

 

FEE NEE!

 

DAMNIT, PINTEREST.