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'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.