SPINSTER STITCHER

Money has flown through my checkbook like a drunken spinster in a needlework shop.   Between the visit to the emergency vet, Stewey's an...

I'm sorry, but this picture makes the whole world a better place.

The heat index is predicted to be 105 today, so Stewey and I are hunkered down with vats of iced tea with lemon.  (Pips removed, thankyouver...

I can't even... In the event that you can't figure it out, please note that You Know Who is now sporting a new booboo cast on his le...

I started this piece quite some time ago, but it seemed like the perfect project to return to now.   This is Laura J. Perin's "Colo...

The title of this post should be "Why my Mo-ther sucks, by Master Stewey Angus Willowswamp, His Very Little Self". We awoke early,...

Bora Bora Needle Delights Originals 18ct. mono canvas in white Threads from chart I finished this moments ago after a long...

Ahhhhh, welcome back, old friend neurosis.  I got myself completely stumped on this piece and couldn't figure out why the stitches weren...

So far, it's a lot like turning nine.  Mo-ther has promised tea and toast in the big girl sleigh bed for the morning, but I'm not op...

I 've been having a conversation with this project as I'm stitching it -- asking it what it wants to be and how I can help it live ...

It's 8:00 on a Friday night.  I'm in my jammies, the diet Coke is bubbling away in my sippy cup, and the needle is about to start fl...

My mo-ther can't come to the blog right now.  We've had a rather interesting morning here at Chez Spinster, and all I can conclude i...

Thank you for all of your comfort.  Sometimes all a spinster needs is the tender ministrations of her friends, a pat on the hand, a cup of o...

Dear person who stole my debit card number and used it to buy a subscription to an online dating site that shall remain nameless.... Reall...

I haven't stitched since February 1st, which means I haven't been me since February 1st, which means Stewey, Bosco, and Aunt Chrissy...

I only have a quick minute before You Know Who decides to wake up from his post-luncheon nap, so I'll have to make this quick.... Aunt...

My mom can't come to the blog right now.  She's sitting in the Happy Chair on her ample heiney, drooling into her sweatshirt over a ...