08 March 2010
Finally, an illustrated post
Pardon the poor quality of the photos. I didn't realize they were so bad. This is my current progress on M Designs' "H", stitched on 32 count linen with GAST Morning Glory. I haven't worked on this very much this week, for the simple reason that it's in our bedroom and my scissors are all downstairs. I'm lazy. I admit it. Betsy is here as well. I'm putting her away for a little while. I need to catch up on my SALs and work on some free charts to get them off the pile. But I'll shoot to have her finished before July 4th.
This weekend was busy. Not relaxing at all. I worked Saturday at the theatre. I woke up Saturday morning and was completely, utterly confused about what day it was. I thought it was Friday. I leaped out of bed and ran, screaming, out into the hallway,"OMG, I am supposed to be at work right now." I'm not exactly stealthy and, when sleep-drunk and upset, well, it must have sounded like a herd of elephants thundering through the house, because HTB growled, "It's Saturday, you don't have to be at work til noon." Never was a gustier sigh of relief heard. NEVER . . .
Yesterday, I fully intended to go to church, but I realized that being that tired was probably an indicator that I should relax. The priest and I have an understanding. I go on Wednesday and that's enough. So I slept in a bit. When I got up, we had a project.
HTB has been wanting a camper for a long time. We borrowed the pop-up we used for our engagement trip. It's a nice camper. But both of us never want to go through another storm with hurricane-force winds in a pop-up again. He freely admits had he known it would last that long, we wouldn't have stayed in that camper all night. So he's been looking. He had some strict requirements, so I figured we were going to end up having to order the camper and finance it. He came home Tuesday and said he found a camper and he wanted it. So we are now the owners of a 1997 30' long Mallard travel trailer, that he bought for the price of a new pop-up. I like it. It's nice and spacious, we have a sofa, and a table, and a real bed. We even have a stove. More than canvas between us and the elements. I told HTB that, if we'd had this when we got engaged, it would have made the first night of the trip a hundred times better. He agreed, even though the story of our engagement wouldn't have been the same had we not been through that. But, like I told him, I prefer to be a little more secure now. An engagement can be traumatic, a vacation needs to be restful.
So yesterday we had to outfit our vacation home. I told him just to upgrade the stuff in the house and move the old stuff out to the camper. He wanted it all to match. So we went to Walmart and went crazy. Their prices were far better than at the RV store. I did have to hold HTB back from buying a set of dishes--he wanted Corelle, which is a smart move, since, from personal experience, you have to be really trying to break a Corelle dish, but I have service for 16 that my mother bought me when I graduated from college, in a pattern I liked at 20, not so crazy on at 33, but it will do for in there. If my mom can't find it, then we'll figure it out, but I'd rather save spending money on dishes for the last try than as the first try.
After we finished the camper stuff, I wheedled HTB into going to Sonic. There are no Sonics in Maryland. HTB has never been there; I only get to go if we go to Lancaster, PA, or go South, and there was no way I was getting within 5 miles of a Sonic and not going. HTB was not that impressed by their food, but he did like the cherry limeade; he drank mine while I was getting my nails done. BOOGER MAN! He was impressed that the waitresses were on roller skates, but didn't know we were supposed to tip them. I said it was worth it.
We did finally relax when we got home. I made Sweet and Spicy Bacon Chicken from the Full Bellies blog (on my blog list). So good--I was worried it was going to be one of those recipes that sounded better than that it tastes, but it was good. Nice mix of salty, garlicy, spicy, smoky, and sweet. HTB even liked it, and he's picky about meat. It wasn't fancy, but it wasn't the same ol', same ol' and, now that my mouth is getting back to normal and it doesn't hurt to get food near it, I want to eat again.
We ended up watching TV the rest of the night. We tried to watch the Oscars, but I ended up falling asleep. It was just too much.
How was your weekend?