What day is it?

It feels like Sunday.

When a large meal or gathering feast happens on a weekday it really screws with my head.

There is no way I will finish Ann this weekend.  Over one is easier on 30 count, but still tedious.  Quite a few stitchers are loving 46 count and I can't imagine!  My Dazor allows me to stitch 40 but not easily.  I want to be comfortable, not cautious and concerned.

I don't care for Ann's S's and have to check wording twice when stitching.  Not sure if my change to 924 instead of the 926 in the body was the right choice for all the over one (center box included) but I was concerned the lighter shade may not show as well.

Here she is full length and wrinkled.  Like me.

Almost finished with the second barn door.  This one had measurements and placements that collided with each other and caused much difficulty and revisions.  Second coat of paint today and then it's up to her to remove that flea market in her bedroom so we can install.

I have been on the phone quite a bit regarding failure of the home health services and to make a long snarky story short, that idiot is no longer a case worker.  I don't know what she would have done and continue to do without Matt's girlfriend.  Previous and continued experience in helping elderly, disabled, others in need, she has been a Godsend.  She and Matt are two peas in a pod.  I have given up trying to convince him to find employment elsewhere since he makes less than retail workers, but he explained once again.  At Christmas, he will receive cards from former residents of his charter school for troubled youth, thanking him for making a difference.  So many are discarded by family and although a few will continue on with bad choices, most are just needing to feel accepted and loved, to understand their actions and the resulting consequences, to talk to someone who only interrupts when asked a question.  And no, Matt had no training for this.

Thanks for the decorations response.  Seems the consensus is at least until the new year, and more even later.  I think I'm just burned out this year.  So many calls to make and issues to handle, just anxious to move into peace.  No ornaments on fewer trees, no santa stitchery throughout the house.  As if I'm rebelling against tradition, what is expected, obligation, this year felt different and I want to move on.  I would love to remove it all now while hubs is golfing in 55 degrees, but I would rather sit quietly while releasing the snark.

Enjoy your day!

Thanks for visiting.

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