To all the moms

Happy Mother's Day.

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When you can't find a cat

The kind of cat that rips into your flesh.  Upstairs, on the bed, under the bed, on the sofa, on my linen, in the closet, in the basement, and now.....on my dining room table.

My sinuses are pounding and I want them outside where well fed, de-flea'd, spoiled rotten feral cats with condo units should be.  She wants to be outside but also wants to come in.  Outside, she is always with a mouse or mole which upsets me.  But she was/is wild and that was necessary for her to survive.  Bud won't leave the house and sleeps 24/7.  Evening they all come in for a canned meal and then retire to the safety of their garage set up with 6 different dry foods for the night.  But it's still cold and wet here, requiring a jacket!  So most of the day .....

 

As for the pouches, I appreciate your comments.  I put everything in a box and will not work on it now.  No desire for stitching, sewing, painting.  I am continuing on with Mary Spinney and I am loving her colors.  The bottom area will have some blue.  Really nice primitive design, easy because of the short rows. 

She hangs on the Magma most of the time but I am trying to stitch a little every evening.   Not using the hoop for her since she is thin and easily hand held.  I am neither of those. 

 

Refusing to go up another size, I purchased my new cropped boyfriend jeans in the old size and told the sales clerk they will fit 10 pounds from now.  I need to take off 35.  My 13 years older sister is heavy, and driving my yellow car.  When she drove away from my house the other day, my neighbor waved to her while walking her dog.  Carole stopped the car and said to her "I just wanted you to know that Marlene hasn't aged 10 years and gained 50 pounds, I'm her sister and she gave me her car."  Marylou started laughing hard and between her brisk walking and that laughter, I was thinking ..... minipad.

 

That's all folks.  Steak on the grill tonight followed by

I stocked up again.  The bags are kept in old kitchen cabinets in the basement but the chocolate covered Snack Factory Dark Chocolate Crunch Pretzel Crisps are in the kitchen.  They are asking for protection from hostile takeover and want to join up with Dove, but my embassy hasn't approved that yet.

 

Enjoy the week's end!

Thanks for visiting.

 

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Tell it to me straight

Hello people.  I mentioned last post about how I am back to being on edge, waiting for the phone to ring.  Well, she couldn't breathe again.  All night.  Could not lie down.  She refused a trip to the ER knowing they would admit her, and she has had enough of mistakes, misdiagnoses, and near death reactions of hospital stays.  If it would have progressed, she was ready to call the EMTs, but started to feel relief by morning.  She is better today, just came from there after getting her groceries and low sodium Lean Cuisines so she can rest.  Her very close friend passed away Saturday but it wasn't unexpected so I don't think it had anything to do with her condition.  Already taking 80 mg Lasix daily.

 

Moving on to my question for you. 

 

 

 

I have lots of little pillows and ornaments to hang and have this option in my mind for Hannah.  The fabric is just perfect, and I picture the stitchery on a longer drawstring pouch that can be hung from a bedpost, mirror's corner, edge of a flat black TV, or .... that's enough.

Then I saw Anna Eliza Abe and the fabric is perfect to show her off.  Maybe make two?  Since I don't know how to make one, and haven't found any online instructions or videos, it may be best to wait and see.  Rather than cut Hannah to fit now, I plan on making the pouch first.  If it comes out decent, I will open the seams to sew in Hannah or attach her by hand. 

 

Of course the pouches will look better when actually constructed, but what do you think?  Either leather or a braided cord for the draw, line with a different fabric.  Should I try or not?

 

Be honest.  I can take it. 

 

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Slumping along

Greetings.  It's May.  Time to start thinking about flowers and hanging baskets.

 

When I mentioned last post about not enjoying Mary Spinney, it's not because of Mary.  I just don't want to stitch.  That's why choosing a linen that I loved was important, otherwise, I wouldn't be stitching at all. 

I'm half done with this project and have no idea if another will follow.  The only pieces I really want on the wall are the very large ones, but do I really think I could become involved enough to complete it?  No.  For all these years of menopausal madness, I wonder if the way I feel now is a result, a consequence, or totally unrelated.  But my attitude about many things is changing.  Turning 65 have anything to do with it?  Don't believe so.  I thought the constant waiting for a panicked phone call from sister was over, but a ridiculous commercial started it again.  The one advertising a drug for heart failure, while playing "Tomorrow" in the background and stating that for people with heart failure, tomorrow is not a given.  What a stupid and totally insensitive thing to say.  It hit me in the pit of my stomach and can't imagine how my sister feels or anyone else with CHF.

When Googling to find the drug company responsible, I came across The Dirty Dozen - 12 worst CEO's for lab animals.  I shouldn't have read it, but I did.  I had no idea how horrific these people are, but when I read about Tier I Group, a military training contractor, I was stunned at the live mutilations.  More stunned that it was allowed.  I know Pfizer and others try to use labs overseas where there are no regulations for humane treatment.  The military training rules regarding animals has been tightened, but it doesn't excuse the past.  Am I foolish to read something so upsetting, or smart to be informed and protest?   The videos are there, but I did not watch them nor will I.  The accounts are horrific enough without viewing the atrocities.
 

Anyway, boxes are up on the Box page and I will step off my box for now.

 

Enjoy your day.

 

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What a difference

Both very nice, but I prefer a rough matte finish linen in darker shades. 18th Century Sea Glass which I can no longer find.  I remember using a light spray of reddish brown on this piece which is NOT what you do with hand dyed, but it was more green than my other piece.  I wanted to tone it down and can't tell you if it was a dye or walnut solution. So very close to the original Rook that I love. 

To tell the truth, I am still not enjoying this.

 

 

The Liberty boxes will go on sale Sunday May 1. 

 

April is ending.  Holy crap.  I vowed to have the house projects finished or under contract by spring and as usual, procrastination, indecisiveness, and lack of competent craftsmen have contributed to missing that goal.

 

Have a beautiful spring weekend!

 

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The perilous purse

 

 

A furball with filthy paws checked out the green linen from the kit, and turned his back to it.  Shortly thereafter, that back was flying out of the room.  Will you look at those back feet!!

 

 

In another room, it seems his mother chose the dyed-by-me version and thought it was a comfortable pad to nap on.  A short time later she was napping on her sherpa in the garage. 

 

I chose the Sea Glass, free of cat hair.  I also chose not to grab them since the scratches have finally healed.

 

I haven't had a Kohl's episode of embarrassment in a while but made up for it today.  I changed from a small crossbody bag to a quite large one (of that slippery nylon) and that damn thing was sliding and circling my body like a hyped squirrel.  The bench in the footware department was taken so I opened a shoe box in the aisle, and as I started hopping on one foot while holding onto the shelves with the other, the squirrel purse slid to my front.  As I bent to put on the shoe, the looped elastic on it somehow slipped into the little slot on the squirrel bag's zipper pull which took quite a while to get out.  I shoved the purse to my side and it propelled all the way around ending up on the right side while the wide strap sunk into my throat and cut off my air.  I put the shoe box back and gave the Baggallini life form another shove and as it circled for a landing it came off my neck and slid down over both arms, ending up like an monstrous fanny pack.  Walking down the aisle trying to adjust it back to a tame crossbody, the bag from hell smacked into the open end clearance rack and knocked off several boxes, spilling the shoes.  I bent to pick them up, it slid over my arm to the front and hung from my neck like a feedsack.  I shortened the strap and used it as shoulder bag, which kept sliding off, and wanted to try a pair of comfort shoes.  With my arthritis, try as I did, I could not remove the hard form inside that holds shape. People passing saw me struggling with my hand in a shoe, grunting, making faces ... what did they think I was doing?  I'd had enough and left, remembering I parked near the light post.  That's the second time I set off a car alarm in their parking lot.  Did you know that to the untrained eye, a new Nissan Rogue looks the same from the back as a Ford Escape?   

I came home and husband asked what I had stuck on my pants.  Must have happened during the shoe department ruckus.  I'm glad it didn't have embedded security and set off an alarm. 

I know I was not posting for another week, but by then, the details of this would be forgotten or blown out of proportion.  I tried to tell my sister about my perilous purse, but she kept getting calls and putting me on hold.  So I decided to tell you.

 

Enjoy your weekend.

 

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