And then there was one

One of the fawns.  No idea what happened to mama.  We saw the other fawn on the highway, but if mama was hit elsewhere, someone could have picked her up.  Many times they continue to run into the woods severely injured, then again, there is a bowhunter behind my house so we will never know.

I worked yesterday on the winter condos.  Nice sloped overhang to shed rain and protect the entry, oak porch floor, and detached garage with step for Squeak.  He's still not family to them so there is a hallway between the triplex and garage.  I finally realized why I wake with a sore throat and headache.  It's them!  Every evening when they are finished gallivanting for the day, I let them in.  The next morning my head is a mushroom.  Foam was half off at JoAnn's so they have an extra set of "matresses" beneath the sherpa fleece pad.  They love it.  I also line the bottom with bed protectors (vinyl backed quilted pad) to help with dampness from the cold.

Ran into a slight problem on Eliz.  Started another card of Uniform Blue and it looked different when stitched so I removed it.  There is much more blue than gray in this one.  I don't mind that it is darker, but the blue is too strong.  The top skein is Soot, more gray, and blends better.  What to do?  Use one strand of each.  Two lines to finish and I think my solution will work fine.

Warm temps followed by thunderboomers and COLD temps for a few days.  Several trees have not shed so we'll be busy for another week with leaves.  Mark ran the lawn tractor to mulch and pick up, but it's so wet he just tore up the yard so back to the Little Wonder.  That's the brand name of our blower and it's true.  The only thing I like about fall is the colors.

 

Have a great day people!

 

Thanks for visiting.

 

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The finish is near

Hope you're enjoying what's left of the weekend.  Last one in October!  Damn.

 

Eliz's fancy alphabet is complete and the bottom section should go a little quicker.  No dividing bands, just verse.  This sampler is a little bigger than I expected.  I plan on staining it in the same areas as the original. 

 

 

 When I was searching for the original photo, I came across the webpage of Blesssing Hill Primitives.  She has some very nice items on her pages, like these, some of which are sold.  I'll be anxious to see what will be offered on her Primitive Christmas page

 

Since she offers a PinIt button for Pinterest, I took the liberty of pinning some of her items here from her Gallery page.  Very nice site you can find here and then click on the various pages for items. 

 She stitched a shortened version of Eliz on Aida with three different blues.  Great idea.  If you want a monotone to not be monotonous, use several subtle shades of the same color.  I think hers looks great.

Now I have to verify that Gentle Art threads are colorfast before I drop some stain on them.  If they aren't, I will use Nancy's method of a light touch using an archival ink pad.  Much of the stain is in the bottom portion of the sampler - maybe I should do that now before I complete the stitching. 

 

Thank goodness for Advil, heat, ice, and compression.  I used to wear a lot of jewelry and scarves, but the older I get, my accessories become aids.  Strapped on, hanging from, or wrapped around.

 

Thanks for visiting!

 

 

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Hit me like a ton of bricks

That's what it felt like when I received Mary Lamin.  Why?  I've seen the design before and liked it, contemplated purchasing, forgot about it, waited to include it on a larger order, forgot about it, then it hit me.  I need it I want it.  Now.  What up with that?  Then I opened the envelope and fell in love.  Seeing a chart in person is a luxury many of us do not have and no matter how good something looks online, it's always better than expected when the mail comes.  A tough decision will be coming, whether she or Mary Spinney will be the next project.  Harriet Hazlin did not arrive and is on backorder.

 

This afternoon the sun is shining and I'm going for my injections again.  Every two weeks.  It will be a nice ride (I'm making Carole take me) taking the older road along farms and foliage. 

 

Many of you recommended throwing stuff out the window, but her cape cod has windows only in the back, directly above a triple picture window, in front of which she sits.  Can't get out the door either without passing her.  I'm keeping some family items and her fancy glassware, utilitarian items, wearable coats and such, but after all is fought and won said and done, I am getting estimates from companies for the cleaning.  So far, two agencies said they will not move furniture and will not rinse walls after washing (she has an oil furnace).  I'm still making calls.  Her son is worse than she is and would keep everything because someone may be able to use it one day.  He has had ADHD since childhood and goes from one thing to another without completion - I would get NOTHING done!  His son's girlfriend has a little boy who has been getting disability checks since he was three years old for being "hyper". No medications. Smart kid.  He told me he is disabled and gets $650 a month for it until he's "legal", plus free "tooters" and "rappers" if he wants them.  I assumed he meant tutors, and wrap arounds but that's not how he spells them ..  he turned five last spring.  Compared to how Carole's son was growing up, this disabled kid is no where near hyper, distracted, unfocused, forgetful, learning deficient, overactive, uncontrollable, emotional, reckless.  Chris was.  He's better as an adult, but still distracted and lacks focus.  Not the best helper!

 

Enjoy your weekend.

 

Thanks for visiting.

 

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JANE!!!

 Jane Ballard arrived yesterday, beautifully wrapped with paper and ribbon, packaged well.  She's a big one.  I unfolded the chart, and unfolded the chart, and then unfolded the chart.  Twelve sections on one sheet!  I'll be folding to 11 x 17 sized sections, or 8 1/2 x 11,  or 8 1/2 x 14,  while standing at the copy machine in Staples.  Some smart ass will hold up a smart ass phone and film me wrestling with it. Folding and unfolding trying to get all the pages, until a temper tantrum erupts and a piece of paper larger than a sixth grader goes flying.  I wonder if they will have audio.  Hope not.  This won't be easy and I need to be careful so I don't damage the chart.  I color them, use highlighter, make notes, and do a bit of damage to the original which is why I copy more involved samplers.   Even if I didn't, this would be too unmanageable for me and my Magma.  My Magma and I.  Might be a song in there.

Here's progress on Eliz - got to the unusual letters and the thread's shading is coming out better than I expected.  Working on her a little at a time.  I'm really exhausted from pushing and pulling that machine up and down.  My sister's did me in too.  I can't even explain and don't want to. Suffice it to say that when I went to the second level of her cape cod to check out storage space, I was speechless.  Wearing heavy knee high rubber boots, I made at least 30 trips up and down carrying heavy loads of "stuff".  Two days of this and only a small dent.  Didn't even begin to clear her first floor bedroom or treat the fleas.  Came home and worked on the leaves afterward so I am really beat.  Many of us have attics and basements filled with items we don't want to give up, but when is it too much?  Just because we have the room for storage, does that give license to pack it full?  If we don't need it, don't use it, why keep it?  Because our moms taught us to never throw anything away?  Donating is not trashing it.  Let it go!!!  Everything I brought down, she had to "go through".  NO.  If I am working my ass off to clean (I would need a high pressure fireman hose for that and I already have the boots)...(a fireman would be nice too), I will determine what goes.  Sheets and blankets that don't fit your bed - gone.  Mom's tablecloths that are stained - gone.  Books from school - gone.  Afghans, comforters, clothes you never wear - gone. Your son's, grandson's, and ex DIL's old stuff - gone. Junk - GONE!  Her heart valve and knees have prevented her from climbing stairs for many years so if it's been up there that long, she hasn't needed it, she hasn't missed it - GONE!!  I honestly don't know if I can continue because it's overwhelming and she is too involved and slowing me down.  This is not a weekend project.

 To treat my aching body, I fried myself two day old donuts which I haven't done in quite some time.  You see that shine?  That's a thin crispy crust.  Heaven.

Mark is off Thursday and Friday so I'll relax a little and maybe go for a ride to enjoy the sunshine that is forecast.  Carole got her monitor's report and they are still leaning toward the AV node ablation.  Family doc recommended a trip to Cleveland Clinic, I say Pittsburgh.  We'll see.  She wants to wait a while before making an appointment. That's right Carole.  Wait until the middle of winter when the roads are covered in ice and snow is blowing sideways, and then ask your afraid to drive paranoid panicky directionally challenged menopausingly bitchy sister to be trapped in a car for hours while she preaches about your messy house.  A trip to remember.

 

Enjoy what's left of October and have a safe weekend.

 

Thanks for visiting.

 

 

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Busy as a B

 

Greetings!  This will be a boring post about the chores that are keeping me too busy and tired to stitch. All about me.  Bitch bitch bitch. It starts with the leaves and several days this week will be cleaning jobs at my sister's house, and spraying for fleas.  The cats were always treated and have been gone for weeks yet she has them everywhere. Why now and not before?  The bombs are too toxic and leave a residue so we are trying a spray and I'll wear a mask.  Food grade diatomaceous earth will be sprinkled into the carpet after it's completely dry.  Cheap, non-toxic, effective.  But most of my week will be taken up with cleaning.  I'm not kidding - it looks like an auction house.  I tried to explain to her that your eyes are taking in the surroundings and when there is too much to process, it's very hard for your subconscious to be calm.  The more you have in your bedroom to stimulate areas of the brain that we are unaware of, the less relaxed you are.   I'm not referring to decorative pieces or furniture, this is "stuff" that should be put away.  Lots of stuff.  She admitted that when she walks into her room she gets anxious because she wants it to be organized and neat and it's overwhelming.  Exactly. That's why she has trouble falling asleep!  It should be a calming, peaceful scene, not clutter and distraction. In my sewing room, there is so much around and unorganized that I feel edgy and don't want to spend much time in there.  That leads to hurried sewing and frustration instead of patience. I purchased a slew of stacking plastic boxes with hinged lids and will get to that room this winter.  Ugh.  Winter.

 

I've been in the woods sawing and removing the large limbs and branches that were thrown in, plus all the small pieces.  A large fire is in my future.  In addition to chores, I'm trying to get boxes ready so not much stitching going on.  It's cold and raining way too much.  Can't cut the grass which is making leaf blowing difficult.  A trip to Dominic's is also on the schedule for him to remake all the pull outs since they are too tight.  Still with me?

 

 While I was washing clothes, I attempted to lighten my new overdyed black jeans.  Black black black.  Really black.  Not what I wanted but I have to take what I can find in a 34 inseam that fits. So I hand washed in several solutions and not enough dye was released so like a dummy, I used a little bleach thinking it would create a grayish black.  Nope.  My black black jeans are now bronze.  They're a nice color actually, but not what I expected.  {tap} {tap} Are you there?
And soon my Hallmark channel will be nothing but Christmas movies.  Boo.  I want half hour GG and Frazier on during the night not 2 hour movies.  I'll be switching to another network or channel, probably TV Land.  My laptop is failing and a backup plus file transfer needs to be done this week before I lose my labels.
Mama deer and her remaining fawn have changed since they lost a family member.  I can't approach them any longer and miss tossing the bread and seeing them so close.  I also see a path into the woods from the road behind me so I know there are hunters on POSTED property without permission.  Don't tell me to call someone, this community does what it wants.   HELLO???  Anyone left out there?
And that's what's happening here.  Working and bitching.
I got my buckets and rags ready, tall rubber boots on (no flea bites), mask on my face, ready to go.  This is when I usually run into a township police officer.  Never fails.

Have a great day!

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Two more for the stash

Mary Lamin

 Homespun Elegance

 

 

 

Harriet Hazlin 1869

Sampler House

  

Nice, huh?

A long while ago, someone asked me for this tiny journal that was in a photo.  Who was it?

Have a safe and enjoyable weekend.

Mine will be cold.  From the weather?  Absolutely.  But also from the ice bags on my knees.

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