I may be mistaken about not sewing anything wearable. My eyes are still looking at clothes and I’ve got some beautiful fabrics on the queue…
blues and greens, watery, cool, thin and drapey.

I’m still in love with my blue linen duster with the hand sewn buttonholes and hand made buttons. The other stitchery may have to wait a while longer.

I’m indulging almost all my whims.

I may be mistaken about not sewing anything wearable. My eyes are still looking at clothes and I’ve got some beautiful fabrics on the queue…
blues and greens, watery, cool, thin and drapey.

I’m still in love with my blue linen duster with the hand sewn buttonholes and hand made buttons. The other stitchery may have to wait a while longer.

I’m indulging almost all my whims.

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

think something is afoot.

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

think something is afoot.

The quiet time may be over.

It’s hard to tell for sure but there is a new man in town who spends his days walking up and down Main Street rolling a huge cross on wheels and screaming, I don’t know what, he may be preaching or it may just be the cross that makes me think that. He stopped yesterday in front of our house for a while and fortunately Tearful was home. No blood was shed but I’m certain he won’t stop by again and not because he wasn’t greeted cordially because Tearful is always cordial until you give him reason to be otherwise.
Also I’m going to lunch today for the first time in weeks and weeks and I may go for a haircut and maybe an afternoon walk and I feel some stitching coming on and not of the wearable variety. All these things make me

think something is afoot.

desk dog

desk dog

desk dog

Purple lizard in the laundry room.

Purple lizard in the laundry room.

Purple lizard in the laundry room.

Street fight.










I found these two characters in San Francisco last week.  They are perfect for each other. Like the Dishwasher and me.  If we were these characters I’d be the Sumo.
I think I forgot to feed the dog last night.  She’s not complaining but then, this dog does not complain. Ever. She waits, and in between she naps. Am I the only person in the country who has to go to work today?
In the garden…

Street fight.










I found these two characters in San Francisco last week.  They are perfect for each other. Like the Dishwasher and me.  If we were these characters I’d be the Sumo.
I think I forgot to feed the dog last night.  She’s not complaining but then, this dog does not complain. Ever. She waits, and in between she naps. Am I the only person in the country who has to go to work today?
In the garden…

Street fight.










I found these two characters in San Francisco last week.  They are perfect for each other. Like the Dishwasher and me.  If we were these characters I’d be the Sumo.
I think I forgot to feed the dog last night.  She’s not complaining but then, this dog does not complain. Ever. She waits, and in between she naps. Am I the only person in the country who has to go to work today?
In the garden…

The blues are here.  

The Nigella is flowering. I love this flower so I let it go to seed every year and it’s made it’s way into every corner of the garden.

I managed very little work in the yard this weekend even though the weather was fine. That is until yesterday when I planned on spending some time weeding and discovered it was too hot.  The top of my feet got sunburned and I got dizzy. I managed to weed out most of the Nigella growing in amongst the Thyme and I re-planted all the tulip bulbs the gophers dug up.  Yes, those little bastards are back and they got some of my lettuces.  The tomato is still standing but I don’t hold out much hope.
Gardening can be such a savage pastime.