SPINSTER STITCHER

Aunt Chrissy and Bosco have been hanging at Chez Spinster lately and there's a whole lotta' stitching going on!  I f...

My mom can't come to the blog right now.  She's still snoring away in the big girl sleigh bed, with occasional mutterings of how she...

1.  Thank you, dear friends.  Your love and support are just what the doctor ordered.  In the lobby of our hotel is a big dispenser of this ...

I'm sitting here watching my little sister sleep after what has been a ridiculously bad day for her.  I promised her that I wouldn't...

THANK YOU! to one and all for the great recommendations!  I think that our stitchy friend Joanne will have several options now....all thanks...

Hi, kids.  I'm in the midst of a project at the moment, so not much of an update for you, but a fellow stitchy friend needs help. If y...

I awoke with the happy thought that today was Futzingday (*).  "Woo Hoo!" I bellowed, as I hopped out of the big girl sleigh bed...

The red background on the Rishfeld canvas is now complete.  On to the green!

Yesterday was a whirlwind of activity for yours truly, but I think that the best part of it all was realizing that I am capable of going out...

Doesn't it look like Heathcliff could come bounding across the moors at any moment?  On days like this, when the fog rolls over the me...

My mom can't come to the blog right now.  A few moments ago she lumbered out of the big girl sleigh bed (after dramatically throwing her...

About three and a half minutes into my whole "just go with the flow" needlework plan, I think I've come up with a new one.  Th...

Stewey is all snuggled into his perch for a long snoozy, and I'm in the Happy Chair with a damn good cup of coffee and the Sunday New ...

Now I know that this is going to come as a complete shock to all of you, but there are two things that you should know about your whack-a-do...

My mom can't come to the blog right now.  She's slumped on her closet floor, clutching all of her Notre Dame sweatshirts, sobbing, r...

We managed to return home safely, so now the recovery begins. Most people that go on a medical trip use the word "recovery" to...

Oey.  The one game that I decide to play nice and cheer cheer for old Notre Dame and we get our heineys handed to us on a crimson platter.  ...

My mom can't come to the blog right now.  She's on some crazypants organizational kick, so moments ago I watched her head out the do...

So I decided that it was time to grab the proverbial bull by the proverbial horns and take a look at my stitching.  Or should I say lack the...

Can you believe we're moments away from ushering in a new and exciting year?  From our home to yours, and on behalf of Aunt Chrissy, the...