Liberty

The sun is shining and it's warming - I hope your day is just as bright.

 

I started Liberty with errors right from the start.  The chart is very crisp and bold so I didn't bother to look closely.  The first symbol in the alpha is not what I thought it was.  Remove the browns for the correct blues?  Then I realized that the same symbol is used twice with one being in bold type.  Change that color too?  I had the cross that is between the two single rows of the border off one.  Already corrected that.  I chose 35 count and I wish I would have used 30.  

 

I did because my little Kessel and Simpson samplers on 35 count, are the same in size and I wanted to add Liberty to the group and hang all three together.  Did I check the linen color first?  Of course not.  Does this bother me?  Of course it does.  The linen color is very nice, but not with the greenish cast of the others.  I doubt I will group them now.  I don't mind different shades of linen together, but this green makes the other look pink.

 I've told you many times that I am a color cuckoo.  In fact, since I decided to paint the walls beneath the chair rail, I haven't been able to find that just-perfect-for-psychotic-painters-shade.  It's putty-without the green -not so dull it's gray -not so taupe it's pink -not so warm it's gold -not so light it's beige -not a color on the face of this earth, putty.  I have been stuck in limbo for so long it's really starting to get me down.  The cabinet maker - no return calls.  I know he will do them.  He will.  He works from his home workshop and is very nice. 

Anyway, I have three large drawers filled with rolled linen of all sizes and don't want to look for the greenish 35 count, not even sure there is any left, and I hate that chore.  I wish everything was already planned and ready.  Do I purchase kits?  No.  Why?  Because I want to pick my own linen color and count.  There is definitely something wrong with me.  Ya think?  

My day started off good until I drove past the veterinarian's and saw an elderly gentleman crying as the doctor tended to a dog lying in the cargo area of his SUV.  So I started.  When I got to the lab for my bloodwork, there was a baby crying so hard and mom just couldn't care less.  Now the emotions are really taking over.  Inside the lab, waiting my turn, is a feeble man in his 90's, alone and very sad.  Breaks your heart!  After the prick tech guy finally pricked the right spot, I settled down.  Stopped at JoAnn's for DMC 3747 only to find the store was completely, and I mean completely, different.  I couldn't find anything.  I walked around in a stupor.  I'm old.  I don't like change even if it's for the better.  Stopped for coffee and came home.  The End.

Except for a nagging thought.  When I looked up the post on Kessel to snag the photo, there it was.  The recipe for the peaches and cream dessert.  After a weak and sobbing morning, do I have the strength to not make it?

 

Enjoy your day.  Bake something sweet.  Take some to an elderly neighbor.

Take the rest to a lonely person. Hold the door open for the next guy.  Pray for the babies.

Never wear a mood ring during menopause.  They explode.