We did have a bit of drama on Friday (other than me crying). It was so hot, and they were calling for a nasty storm. Around 5:15, it got REALLY dark. I noticed it because the sun goes down at 9:15 now, and it was too early. And then the rain started, which quickly got hard and nasty. I couldn't even see across the street. Then things started hitting the skylights in the bathroom and in the livingroom. I figured it was just hail, and didn't do anything, but of course, my dog decided it was his father, so strolled out to the living room to check on him. OK, we watch the Weather Channel faithfully in this house. Living in Maryland's Tornado Alley (at least it feels like that), we have to. I have watched enough of those Full Force Nature shows to know to stay away from the skylights when stuff is going down outside. And that includes the dog . . . so I had to waddle out there and get his silly self. But . . . ya know, he was right, Left-brain was parked outside. Not such a dumb dog, and he's not going deaf.
And then the lights went out. And the cable. And it didn't look like it was coming back on quickly. Our front yard was full of debris, luckily none of the tall trees on the hill came down--we lost branches when the hurricane came through, and can you imagine if one hit the house while I was here alone with the dog? Left-brain came in, I tried to get him to call the power company and step up our line in the queue because, hello, I am 9 1/2 months pregnant and high risk and I CAN NOT BE HOT. He said they wouldn't care. Then he said, "That is why we have the camper. We can go out there." This is why I am glad we don't tent camp. We sat in here as long as possible, then he went out and put the slide-out out. Fired up the air conditioning, made up the bed, brought us our snacks. We packed up Beazer's binky and his stuffed toy, but he was not really happy in the camper. Left-brain didn't put the stabilizers down right away, and the poor dog did not like the way the camper shook when we walked; he was probably having an earthquake flashback. He just flopped down and looked miserable, didn't bother to explore, kept looking at me like, "Are you sure I am allowed in here?" Of course, buddy! We stick together, couldn't leave our special boy in the hot house.
And, while my neighbors apparently lost their minds (the one neighbor started shooting off a rifle, the neighborhood kids started racing up and down the streets in their cars, screaming for no good reason, who knows what goes through these people's minds anymore?), we hunkered down and watched a movie, or at least Left-brain did. I fell asleep. In the cool.The power came back on at 12:30, and we went back in the house. I love our camper, I am glad we have it, the bed is comfy, the AC is cool, I could bake a pie in the oven, but I have to admit, our bed in the house is a treasure!
So, amidst all this, I have been stitching. I realize I have been so lax in posting pictures this month. Before the end, I wanted to share.
This is my newest finish, Sharing the S, a freebie by Sanman. I have been wanting to do this for years and finally did it.
I also finished the June square for Itty Bitty Kitty. This is not the best shot, but it shows how the whole thing looks.
But I didn't finish everything this month. This is my "In the Garden with Jane Austen." I apologize for the wrinkles, but I wanted to share. It still has a long way to go. I probably will not get this done in the next few days, but hopefully, it will soon.
And this is my sweet freebie WIP, "Hip Hip Hooray," by Jean Farish. It was a freebie I printed off in 2004, and is available here (if not, use the Wayback Machine website, it will have a link via jeanfarish.com). I just think it is as cute as a bug, and the only specialty thread it uses is for the sparklers.
Before I go, I wanted to share some pictures of Babygirl's room. We still have a few small things to do, but, by and large, it's done.
The princess sleeps here:
Her bookcase, decorated with some of my bears and bunnies (at least on a couple shelves). As she ages and gets more aware that there are toys up there, I will replace these with ones she can play with. It's not that I want to be selfish, but at least one of those stufties (he is on the top shelf next to the left side bear) is extremely old and handmade, and it is not really a toy, plus she'll have plenty of her own toys.
The bear on the second shelf behind the seal, my friend Ann made for her. It's a wonderful gift.
And I have to point out these shoes. One set, my aunt picked up after Christmas for her (before we knew she was she, LOL) and the bear slippers I bought at Walmart a few weeks ago. Aren't they cute? Don't you wish that we could have such fun clothing? Wouldn't work be a lot better to deal with if you could wear Rudolph shoes in December, and no one thought you were wierd? Instead, we must wear sensible clothing, and boring shoes, and leave the fun stuff to the kiddies. NOT FAIR.
So that is what is happening here. A lot more than I thought, LOL. I appreciate how you all have been open and willing to listen over the past few months, and the words of encouragement have helped me get through a time that has not always been glowing. Hopefully, the fun starts now!