23 April 2009

Not much happening here

I keep meaning and trying to get home in time to show how to do the Nun-stitch, because Riona asked, but traffic and the weather seem to not be cooperating with me, and I've been rolling in close to 8 every night this week. This is getting so old. SO actually asked me why it takes so long last night. He can not believe that I leave the house at 7:00, get to work at 9:00, work all day, then leave at 6:00 and get in at 7:30, and it's only 40 miles. I told him I do the best I can. He understood after I told him it took 45 minutes to go 10 miles yesterday. He works his own schedule, so he never hits traffic at night, but I think people just turn into angry slugs on their way home. I keep praying something closer to the house will come open at pay that we can live on. Some people dream of opening their own business, of living in the city, and being glamorous. I just dream of having time to cook dinner for my boyfriend. That probably sounds bad, doesn't it? I can't help it . . .

I went over to Mom's to get my mail yesterday. It was a good stitchy mail day. One chart I ordered from ABC Stitch Therapy a while ago, 3 charts I had special ordered by 123 Stitch from Stitching Studio. An order from Picture This Plus. Three hanks of silks from China (I played with those last night). And my order from Violarium. I seriously never thought they would come. Not because the shop is bad--they're not, she responded right away when I told her that they never came, and sent new charts--but just because I wanted them so badly. I could have cried, I was that happy. I held them all afternoon; I just couldn't stop looking at the bunnies, and the horses, and planning how I would stitch them, what fabric I could use, if the Chinese silks would work on them. I get that way about lovelies. I was trying to figure out what the writing in French was, but it's been a while since I spoke French all the time, and, somewhere along the line, perhaps when we were learning smatterings of Creole, I didn't learn most of the words on the chart. If my French teacher were still teaching, I would advise her that future classes need a lesson in cross stitch. Far more useful than knowing that French people LOVE jeans and cafe au lait (written as cafe ole by me for far longer than it should have been).

I finally talked to my aunt about finishing off the kitty afghan. She said she would do it for me, after she gets back from the wagon train she goes on. That gives me plenty of time to get it finished. I am going to try to be prepared a little earlier for the fair this year, so I can enjoy my days off, so it's important to get it done.


Lisa said...

Spending hours on a road in traffic is a concept that is hard to understand unless you do it. My DH did that for 2.5 years when we first moved to CA...he would leave at 6:30-7am in order to be at work no later than 9 and then wouldn't get home until 7pm. I made a point of feeding the kids so that they could spend time with him before bed. I know that I wasn't always happy with him because he was gone all day - but it was because I really missed having him home earlier. And it isn't so much to ask for a simplier life where we just have a nice meal together. Take care! And just cherish those moments you do have together!

Pumpkin said...

I don't envy those who have to commute. I've seen those traffic tie ups in the US and they are nuts!

Oh, stash mail sounds so nice! I miss getting stash mail :o(

Siobhan said...

Sounds like a great mail haul! Woo!

LOL about the French. I should know how to read/speak it better than the smattering of words that I know. It would have been useful to learn stitching terms rather than what potatoes and rivers were in French. Who needs to know that stuff?! LOL

CindyMae said...

I am so glad that we do not have to deal with traffic like that around here! Sounds like some great new stash!!!

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls