Hiya. I received a few emails questioning my fusspotiness on the horses. It's because I have issues. Many issues. Some related to aging, some to hormones, some to bitchdom, some to personality. Is issues a kinder sounding word than quirks? Take your pick. And before I show the horse's ass, I have a question. Am I the only one that ends up throwing packaging across the room? I get so angry at the boxes containing my snack bars and klondikes. The first flap is bad enough, but the two little end flaps won't give up, they hold on for dear life, and I end up ripping those ears and the remaining flap into shreds and throwing them while grinding my teeth even shorter. I keep the ice cream treats in the basement freezer as a worthless deterrent, and the husband will sometimes come up the stairs and ask "what happened down there?" Am I doing something wrong or do the packaging people fear a bar may escape?

For as much as I've studied this, I just saw another difference. The white spot on the head is actually a spot, not an eye and the black is part of the mane. Hmm. Am I being too fussy? Of course I will say no, but I am. They are both fine and dandy stallions. So hard to visualize it stitched when looking at a piece of paper with x's which is why the changes came after. A huge help would have been the #%&*#!% colored pencils that are misplaced. Now about that large center leaf. I was really torn between using 924 and 500. My fabric started more blue and the choice was 924, but after the walnut dip and a little more teal, the lighter blues weren't as nice and I chose the 500. But was it the right one? Each looks good in certain lights, and not good in others. I seriously doubt that I will change it at this point. (sigh) I miss my alphabets.
I was so glad to read your comments about your benders! I thought I was the only mad yanker. Whew! You really made me feel better. These new needles are bending more easily than my old favorites so I need to make notes for future projects. If it looks like a battle may ensue, I will know which needle will win the war and which will surrender.
The sun is out and the fierce wind is giving my cathedral bell wind chimes a workout. I love it.
The brats are out and about enjoying some fresh air but next week's forecast may bring them back in. My brother happened to stop by when they were napping and since he is always taking care of strays and his own, I asked him to help with delivering worm pills. Missy tore me up pretty bad but we got it down. Nitzy went berserk and we failed. I need a new pill popper after that. They don't seem to have much to grab at the scruff so he used other techniques. Eventually, I'll get Nit. Squeak and Bud are butting and rubbing heads so I think they're finally accepting each other. Missy swats him whenever possible, and although he pulls away I still pet him.
Back to the races!
Back to the races!
Enjoy your weekend ~ thanks for visiting.