22 October 2014


This is Santa's Pets, as far as I got by September 30th.  I am going to have to pick up the pace in November if I want it done by Christmas. But, if I am not done by the end of the year, I will just push my project to focus on the afghan off til it's done. It's pretty simple; this is a 3 year project that needs to be completed because it's the most beautiful thing I've ever done, the afghan is a 10 year old project that may or may not ever get finished and 2 or 3 weeks won't change that reality.

Blogger is acting up and won't let me post my Halloween town progress, so that will be posted tomorrow.

20 October 2014

Mid-October Update

Not much to show this update. I am following through on my plan to put Santa's Pets aside for the month and am focusing on Halloween stitching. Not that I have a lot of time--we have an enormous project at work that I have been trying to get done, in addition to all the fall activities. Last week, we went to the pumpkin patch. It was cold and rainy. My child freaked out because she thought the hay wagon which deposited us at the pumpkin patch was abandoning us and would never come back.

 This is how this day went on Instagram.
This is the truth: After she freaked out, Ginny (my mom) tried to calm her down, while I found a pumpkin that I would like if I were 2, and  then pulled it off the vine. She calmed down when I yelled "Oww," because a pricker got me . . . and then she started laughing.  And when the tractor came back, she got on the wagon and then didn't want to get off. Someone else handed her down to me.

She was exhausted by the time we got home. And filthy. And mad. I am chaperoning the class trip to another pumpkin patch next week, and when I asked her if she wanted to go, she said, "I'm fine. I have my punkin."  But when she found out that we were going (because she has to go), she apparently reconsidered because, Wednesday night, when I was getting ready to go to work at the theatre, in my high heels and skirt, she thought I was going to the pumpkin patch at that moment. And wigged out, because she didn't want to be left behind. 10 minutes trying to explain . . . . . yep, I was late. 
Stitching wise, I've had a few small hauls. I went to HL and kitted up a bunch of projects. I bought 125 skeins of floss--I felt like a glutton. And, to celebrate paying off my car finally, I placed an order with 123stitch for the beads and threads for my two Mirabilias. I still have to order the fabric for Christmas Elegance, but I have everything for Mother's Arms. I am almost ready for the Panting to Stitch SAL.
And then came Saturday. It was a great day!  My husband's cousin gave me a box set of Harry Potter hardbacks in a trunk. Even Kaydence gasped when we opened it!  I have all the books in paperback, but having them in hardback as well, in such a beautiful way, it adds to my collection. But that wasn't all that was there.
There was an envelope from my Christmas in July partner. She had spoiled me so much in July, and she sent me an extra envelope that came this month.  In it was a bunch more stuff from my 123 Wishlist. Katie was entranced!
Val sent me:
RTR This Is Halloween
Cape Cod Halloween by Pickle Barrel Designs
LHN State Fair (I'm thinking of doing part of this in the Maryland flag colors)
Blessed Freedom by Homespun Elegance
Stranded Jacks by Plum Street Samplers
Barn Dance by Workbasket
A Wooley Story by Homespun Elegance
Amethyst Alphabet by Pegasus (pretty and purple--Kaydence loved it)
In Memoriam by Cherished Stitches
The Great Pumpkin Conspiracy by Cricket Collection
Baby Bubbles by Carolyn Manning Designs (I really like her designs a lot, I am starting to buy the Whiskerkins charts)
Holiest of Nights by Homespun Sampler
It was a lovely gift and I am very touched.
I'll try to post pictures of my WIPs in the next few days.
Hope you all are enjoying the season.
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