A leeetle bit more stitching last night

It's nice to know I'm not the only slow stitcher. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.

It was another hectic night last night. My brother's GF had a late flight back from Dallas, so we were on pet duty last night. I think both dogs were a bit tired of the wait, because they were running like whirleygigs around the living room. We played a little bit with the braver kittens; some are still very timid, and I understand. Taming a semi-feral kitten is not a short-term task. Sometimes I think we're still taming the Three Musketeers and Lily will be 11 in May (holy crud, all my pets will be 11 this summer. How can this be? I was not quite 23 when I got them. I was a young mother. Now I have tweens and grey hair.)

HTB was in somewhat of a foul mood when I got home because had a long day. I don't think it's really that he's angry, he's just tired and achey. It seems like it's feast or famine with his business; either he has no work or he's busy as anything. Right now, he's just very busy. I blame myself. During a slow period, I asked for help to get business to pick up, and it did. And I don't complain; I know he gets very antsy when he doesn't work, and I know he wants to be able to provide for me. So I rubbed his sweet bald head (always a calmer, works for dogs, cats, and men!), listened to him kvetch, and made sure he knows how much I appreciate how hard he works. He was a lot happier after that.

It was an OK TV night. We watched American Pickers; I don't like that show, but it was all that was on, and they were actually not being big jerks last night. And I do like looking at the stuff they find. I don't know what people would use it for, but I like looking at it. One lady had a Hudson that had been parked for 40 years in a shed. They got a memory jug; HTB said his mom had one of those and he pulled the stuff out of it. He probably feels bad now that he knows they're not junk, LOL. I like when they find Coke stuff, but I know I could never afford to pay for it like that. I'm still not convinced picking is a career path for me, though, even though I'm way more polite than these guys; I'm not big on climbing over rusty stuff, dirty things gross me out, and I'm afraid of snakes.


but I did get some stitching done. I just have a little more backstitching, and then around the outside of this, then the construction to put it together. Maybe not tonight for a finish time. More like tomorrow.


I did get this awesome package from Lori Ray. I complimented her on her bookmarks, and she gifted me with not just one, but two of them. I LOVE THEM. The Easter morning one is lovely, not just for the time of year, but it means a great deal to me because I am trying be stronger in my faith, and yellow is such a hopeful, happy color, and I think of church as a hopeful, happy place. Not only do I love the color of the iris one, but one of my favorite memories with my grandmother was a morning we spent transplanting some irises she had at the bottom of her walkway. It was a day pretty much like any other, but it was a day with my grandmother, helping her do something she loved, and irises remind me of her. And I am so honored Lori Ray made these for me.