The bags are filled

 

 

 

with rejects, misprints, too pink, too green.  Ran out of paper, ink, and patience.

The finalists of the fricking set of three.  Now if I can get them attached without gluing my fingers together AND remember to punch the holes in first.  A few days ago, they were complete.  ????  Mark asked me why there were no holes for the ring.  Started over X 3.

 

 

Have a good day folks.  Thanks for your kind words about sis.

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Uh-oh.  There may be four fricking sets.

For sure I'm finished now.

 

 

 

My mind

is preoccupied, creating problems with what should be simple tasks.  Everyday ordinary.  Not requiring much thought.  But lately I need to double check everything I am doing.

When I list these few (and getting fewer) items, they will probably be the last.  It's fun when it goes well, but nothing has been.  You wouldn't believe the files I lost (several times) from hitting Revert instead of Save. 

Carole has been having difficulties with her breathing for about a month.  She almost ended up in the ER two nights ago.  The thought of submitting to another catheterizaton after what she has been through, was not even a consideration for her.  Now, she finally agrees with me and is willing to go to the Clinic.  Her cardiologist that got her through these past years, is also mine, and she is devastated from the news of his prognosis.  It's hard for her to trust anyone else.  Several doctors in his same practice were there for her "events", and even caused the most life threatening.  Maybe nothing can be done, the new valve has not had the results expected, and the CHF will continue to worsen.  She felt a little better yesterday, but anxiety and fear make everything worse.  I'm back to barely sleeping, waiting for those mid-night phone calls of desperation once again. This morning it rang at 7am, but was my own doctor.  As you've all experienced, those early calls shake you for a while.  But my coffee cup that reads "stitch happy" is calm and steady right now!

 

Carole's new bridgework has broken four times and my new crown (in the front) is quite a bit darker than my teeth.  I can have it ground off and order a lighter shade, but of course, at my expense.

For the next few days I will go through my linens and charts and look for a little project that I can't screw up.  That would be a reproduction, my favorite type of project that hides errors of all sorts.  But Santa is calling to me.  We'll see.  I need to step back and recharge, hoping to break this pattern of distraction. 

 

Have a good start to your week.

 

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When will I learn

There is no reason to size and color labels all afternoon when I only have 12 corner measure sets to sell.  Why do I continue to make more work for myself, and cause my head to spin with decisions?  Just offer two sets and that's it!  But no, I like this one better.  But what about this one?  And how could I leave this one out?  My head hurts.

 

While Bud lounges beneath the flower filled wagon, Missy chooses the wash tub.

 

To give you an idea of how large my Limelight Hydrangea bush flowers are, compare them to my man hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second weekend in September.  Christmas decorations are out!  Damn.

 

Enjoy your weekend.

 

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Ohio Treasure Sampler x 3

Threadwork Primitives Ohio Treasure Worke #4

From the designer's blog HERE .......
on Havana linen

From Sharon at Moosecraft ......
on R&R Café Kona linen

 

From me on dark brown dyed at home.....

 

 

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It's all over but the border

 which I will put off as long as I can.

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Snark and you shall receive

Blogging buds are wonderful generous people.  I thought Release the Snark would be great on a t-shirt, never imagined it could be so cool on the wrist.  Thank you Lauren.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because of my fat wrists that match my fat ankles, I added the leather band to make it fit.  Breaking that wrist a few years ago and then spraining both ankles certainly made them worse.  But my family's Polish women are the real culprits.

 

Haven't decided if the leather will stay, or to add a short piece of sterling chain with a clasp.  Decisions decisions.  Either way, LOVE it! 

 

Bud was whining about it being hot again today and stayed in the shade under the wagon.

Went to New Wilmington to talk to the lumber yard that supplies many of the Amish, they can get cedar in random lengths, not all short pieces.   I almost fell off the stool when I heard the cost.  Without labor.  Without painting.  I will see who shows up from the names they gave us and hear their suggestions.

Have a good one!

 

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