I took a break today from all the "fun" in the back yard. Smokey and Max always ride along on Mon. Weds. and Fridays when we take my Mom to Cardio Rehab. Our mornings on those days go something like this: Wake up, take my med., give Smokey his insulin shot, let dogs outside for a morning romp, get dressed, load everybody up in car, go get Mom and drop her off at her Cardio. Rehab., come home and feed the dogs their home cooked chicken and rice and doggy food, check email, read a few blogs, load everybody up again, go get Mom and drop her back home. Today she had an appoint, for some Labs at the clinic, and needed some items at the store so I went back home and left in 45 minutes again. ( I drank some tea and had a bowl of cereal for lunch). By the time I arrived back home it was time to start supper ( a turkey breast in the oven and mashed potatoes and gravy and veggies). Finished up some final touches on the items for the Dog Dance Art Show this weekend. Not that bad of a day but I feel like I really accomplished nothing. It's 12:00 A.M. as I write this and I'm sure it's one of my least interesting posts. That's me and Smokey (Momma's boy, as Dave calls him) in my blog header today. We are snuggled on the couch at the end of a long hard day (for us). Smokey gets another insulin shot before it's time for bed. Max gets a little tummy rub. It just doesn't get any better than this!
If you've been knocking at my door here lately and no answer, it's because I've been out back weeding. All the weeds in my herb gardens were spared last year when Mom got sick on Mother's Day. They grew blissfully and arrogantly choked some of the poor little herbs that couldn't quite figure out what was going on. This year it's different. The chives, thyme, sage, and other's that I've forgotten their names are smiling and sneering at the pile of weeds along side their bed. The weeding still isn't done. Oh goodness no. Is it ever?
I took a little time to plant a window box on the new front deck with some perennials dug from the garden. The geometric sunflower mug rugs are all hooked and waiting for the binding. Most things manage to get done around here. If not this year, then maybe the next.
I have a little exciting news to share. May 7th I will be participating in a local Art Show at the Dog Dance Art Studio and Gallery. I think I am the only fiber artist but not sure. I'll be posting about this soon! Please keep knocking!
I could stand it no longer. Had to have a project on the frame. That wool I dyed a couple of days ago was calling so loudly to be hooked. A quick little geometric design for a set of coasters was drawn up on linen. I am calling the design Geometric Sunflowers. I'm using the spot dyes and am lovin' the effect.
This afternoon I drove down to our little main street. You may remember a couple of posts back I told you I had won a door prize from a new shop that opened called Lillian's. I popped in there this afternoon hoping to find something cute to buy and pick up my door prize. I thought it would be nice for a change to buy something fashionable to update my wardrobe. I am not a slave to fashion. Yet don't get me wrong, I am totally in LOVE with fashion! I adore looking at and wishing I could squeeze my fat waistline and sagging boobs into every last cute and fun style I see on the racks!
Like this hot little number! I adored it. Really not my color though. Then I tried on a cute little (little is the key word here) top with ribbons sewn all over the front in long and flowing tails. Cute, cute, cute. Then, realizing the medium wasn't going to quite do it I looked for the large size. Yep, you guessed right, the large was already gone! If you live in a small town you probably know this drill. The shops usually carry two smalls , two mediums, and ONE large in each style. I'm sure that ONE large flew out the door the second the store opened! So I went home with my door prize, vowing to come back next time she opens and camp on her doorstep so I can have a chance at one of those larges. Oh yes, I could lose some weight and that might get me into a medium again. La de da da...... which will it be ladies? I wonder if I'd get arrested for sleeping in my car in front of her store? Well, like I said. I'm really not a slave to fashion.
