I stayed at Mom's last night. It was snowing when I left the house yesterday morning to go to work, and I don't trust the car that well in mucky weather. I mean it has bells and whistles that are supposed to make it safer, but I found out a month ago that just because it hits a patch of ice and the car makes a bonging noise that says you've lost traction, that was pretty evident to me. The bonging freaked me out and didn't really help the situation; I knew I was sliding sideways, I needed help getting control back. My former boss said anyone can point out a problem, a true leader comes up with a solution--the Vibe is apparently not a leader, LOL.
Anywho, the weather was much better by the time I got out of work, but I had already told Mom I was coming, so I went. And I had such glorious stash waiting for me. My order from 123 was there, as well as my BooClub from PTP, and an order from Needlecraft Corner. And the newest issue of Stoney Creek was in. That one is an OK issue, not that great, but it does have John 3:16 in it, which is one of my favorite Bible verses.
I realized, opening the envelope, I didn't buy as much new Nashville stash as usual. I got:
Tree of Me--both by Bent Creek
Winter's Slumber by Midnight Stitching
Songbirds, by Stoney Creek--doesn't look that hard.
Mrs. Pearson-Carriage House; my mother didn't notice she's wearing a bird's nest as a hat
I also got some sheep charts--Red White and Ewe by Mosey n Me, because I LURVE patriotic sheep, and a chart Breeds of Sheep.
I also bought the evenweave afghan to do the kitty afghan from the Cross Stitcher. It was $15, and that's a cute afghan that doesn't look TOO tedious, so it was a good buy.
But now I'm done. At least for a while. At least til the economy settles down. Which I continue to believe it will.
The pets were very helpful while I stitched last night. We were flipping back and forth betwen the Oscars and Anthony Bourdain, and Felix kept climbing in my lap--you can't fight a squalling cat. At least the cat hairs I now have sewn into My Kitty make it authentic. Robbie sat in my lap, while my mother recounted Chancey's latest vet visit. My mother mentioned the Brucellosis vaccination, and my son looked at me with a horrified look in his eyes, as if to beg to not let them shove that up his nose. I don't know how he could get Brucellosis, I always thought that was a cow disease, and fair Master Robert does not "do" cattle. But I got it for Chancey before, so it must be something they can get. And of course, no leptospirosis vaccine--I don't know if that is something they still need at nearly 10 years old, but they're not getting it, because their grandfather had a reaction, and I don't do more than is absolutely necessary.
I worked out for a full hour this morning. I did 30 minutes of elliptical, which is the most I've done. About 20 minutes into it, the little lazy voice said, "Just cut it off at 20. 20's enough. You didn't make anyone a promise to do more. Come on, just do the other 10 on the bike." Does anyone else have a little voice like that? The kind that wants to do things you know better than to do, like buy a new shade of nude lipstick, when you already have 5, or skimp on the workout, or buy donuts? But I ignored it, reasoning that it was only 10 minutes, and I can do anything for 10 minutes. If it was 10 minutes of stitching time, or 10 minutes left of lunch, it wouldn't be enough; why act like it's killing me to do something that, if I don't hate it, I don't particularly enjoy, not like I like doing stuff outdoors. So I soldiered on, and I swear, when I got off that elliptical, my thighs felt tight like a teenager. I WON!