Moving Right Along

There was no tiny needle project to show yesterday.  On the big needles is this scarf/wrap from Scheepjes:

and still the three rectangle jacket:

Now, I'm sure my jacket will not be as lose, or as long, on me.  First of all, this model looks much smaller than me, and second, just holding it up to myself while I'm working on it says "nope."

I bought this for Hannah for Christmas, but decided to keep it for myself.  (She's none the wiser.)  

I haven't opened it yet, but when any size needles are giving me trouble, this will be where I'll go.

News

Riley has gone blind.  She's 20 this year, as I've reported here before, so nothing health-wise should come as a huge surprise.

It's been a while;  I realized it within the week after Madeleine died.  For a few days, she posted up in the cats' room (repurposed from being the dining room.)  This was when it was very cold, so she stayed around the air vent.  Now, she moves around really well, going up and down the stairs, out onto the back porch --- a favorite spot of hers, into and around the kitchen.

She has never been a run in the room, hi how are ya, pet me please kind of cat, so, she's being very herself.  She's eating, which is good of course.  I saw/see no need to rush her to the vet, as her behavior is normal for her.  Except for bumping into a chair every now and again.

Minimalism

So, I found this bouncy little kit, and opened it to start with the outlining.

 I have to tell you, I like it like that.  I'm not going to do any more, except for my initials.  No disrespect to beautiful, full-color butterflies, but this will stay like it is.

Dog Day

There's an app out there called Weather Puppy, and this is the photo of the day:

Meanwhile, my puppy is at my feet snoring away.

I hope your weekend is restful and cozy in the extreme.

Incomplete Somehow

 

This is done?  I'm debating whether to a)put things on the other side of the border, and if I do, b) what color they should be.  One thing I do know is that I wish I still had an office and a desk that I could put this on, to pick it up and show it to people when necessary.

Can you believe that I ran out of red on this again?!??  

Flold

I may not be teetering anymore.

I feel bad.  I feel fuzzy, if that makes any sense.  I'm wearing a hoodie, and I've had the hood up all day, because it feels cozier.

I got some cross-stitch done today.  My arms feel kind of limp and heavy, so knitting is a bit of a chore.  Mainly, sleep calls more than anything. 

Tell me that doesn't look marvelous.

Women I Watched

Cher was important to me.  I watched "The Sonny & Cher" show every week to see her clothes.  Her fingernails, too, I'll admit, but mostly the endlessly fantastic outfits.

She wore great stuff on her own show, too.  Look up the video of her outfit reveals on "The Cher Show," and you'll see.

Peggy Lipton was life touchpoint, too.

She was California cool and kind of hippie and she played a police officer on "Mod Squad."  Her daughter, Rashida Jones, is one of my girl crushes.

Lastly, Susan Dey.

How cute was she?  Yes, I was a David Cassidy fan, and watched "The Partridge Family" for him, but I was always paying attention to "Laurie."

Three women who were famous when I was at different, but still impressionable, ages.  Thank you to each of them.

Age and Aging and Ed Asner

It should be said that fifty (!) years ago, many of us watched the first episode of "Saturday Night Live."  Though we enjoyed it, and stuck with it for many years, it's unlikely any of us thought it would still be on the air now.  George Carlin, bless him, my favorite non-academia Sociologist, was the host.  

I'm teetering on the edge of a really bad cold.  Ears stopped up, nose stopped up, sneezing.  Let me amend that: SNEEZING.  The sort of thing that makes you want to snuggle up under quilts and sleep and be cozy and have tissues at hand.

(Except it isn't snowing here.  That would be ideal.)

My current read is 

 It is a delight.  I always adored Asner, and, yes, I agree with his positions, so I was pretty much guaranteed to like this.

Oh, Dear

If I order something from Licorice.com, will the incessant TV commercials please, please stop?!?

The Joann here is going to close.  This troubles me, because now I'll have to go to Michaels for craft stuff.  Joann is much closer to me, and Michaels is always so frantic.  The store is small and parking is hard.  The weird thing is, Joann moved into the building Michaels used to be: a big, airy building with lots of parking.  I don't need fabric often, but when I do, there'll be nowhere for me to go.  😟  And patterns --- I love sitting down and looking through a pattern book.  And Christmas ornaments.  Joann has very nice ornaments and decor.  😞

Bee venom.

Aren't we supposed to be cuddling and cradling bees?  Don't use the word "venom" then.  Still, the instructions are

"Appropriate" is another interesting word choice.

Have any of you tried a Blind Date with a Book?  The idea intrigues me, but I don't know if it's a chance worth taking.

Happy Valentine's Day to those of you who celebrate.  Since Dale died, it's not been much of anything for me.  I will say, if your birthday is around Valentine's, and you go to buy your cake, if you don't like red or heart-shaped, you are out of luck.

Tooth, I Mean Tiny Needle, Tuesday

This little piece of metal has brought so much trouble.

Yesterday, the dentist said when the crown goes in, some of my other teeth may have to be "adjusted" or "moved."  I get the physics of that, but how are the teeth going to be moved?  Turns out, by the sheer force and strength of the dentist.

Tiny needle-wise, I finally got the floss I had run out of.

I finished this last night, and worked more on

The color is red, not orange as it looks here.

Speaking of colors being different:

So much for red and black.

What Was I Thinking

Of course my crown wouldn't be ready today.  There had to be more x-rays and molds (one took five minutes to set).  I've had more molds and casts taken of my teeth during this whole thing...

Three weeks.  I go back in three weeks.  Dare I hope?

Time

It's almost Super Bowl kickoff time, I guess. (6:26 PM EST)  These times are always slightly bogus. I'll watch the game, because it's football, but it seems like almost every year, the game is BOR.  RING.

(I actually had a dream about Rickman last night.  We were supervising some sort of thing a bunch of children were putting on in a museum.  I remember lots of crepe paper and streamers.)

Tomorrow morning I go to my dentist to finally have a crown put on.  Put in?  Whichever.  Over a year and a half without a tooth.

I woke up yesterday with a scary headache that never really went away.  Rain is forecast for tonight and the next few days, so today I'm dealing with that kind of pain.

This afternoon, I opened a cross-stitch kit to have something to work on during the game, and this is the floss:

Intensely UGA.  I think I'll be substituting.  I didn't buy the kit for the colors, but for what it says.  Still, I was shocked when I unfolded the fabric.

Hate. Rage. Wrath.

This came in yesterday's mail, and its arrival displeased me.

Now, don't use the "consider the alternative" argument on me, but I do not like 65 coming at me.  (It gets here shortly.)  While having the paperwork for this done is a relief, what it sounds like and brings with it is fairly miserable.  I don't know whether my deep depression is making 65 so horrific, or whether 65 is making my depression so much worse.  Either way, eeeewwwww.

Hate, rage and wrath come from an Instagram post I saw where a crocheter was positing the idea of a Rage Wrap.  It would be like a Prayer Shawl, except instead of putting love and healing and meditation into each stitch, you pour in all your negativity and bile.  First of all, "Wrath Wrap" was right there as a name.  Second, I may or may not be thinking about age-related-reasons to cast on a shawl.

Unmet

Thursday night, knitting group at the library in Bogart time, but without me.  The week after I went the first time, there was snow and ice, then last week Briton needed my car, and tonight, well, I just didn't feel like it.  I've been feeling so not like it lately, as a matter of fact, that I cancelled my therapy session yesterday.  When you're too depressed to go to therapy, s+*t has long since hit the fan. 

I've used up all the red and green DMC floss my two cross-stitch Christmas trees need, so there's nothing interesting going on there. Knitting-wise, I'm working on two scarves and one jackety thing made from three rectangles: one long one for the body, two smaller ones for the sleeves.  The temptation to start a new cross-stitch project is great, but I'm trying to fight it.

Understood

 This arrived today.

Now, I realize it's a form card.  Still, someone along the way, a person had to put mine and  Maddie's names there.  So I appreciated the effort.

'Tis the Season

 For TNT and stitching trees.

(Sorry for the hoop marks.)

Bread!

I am not domestic.  It would take a severe twisting of the definition of "domestic" to put it anywhere near me. Yet, today, I made Honey Lemon Bread.

I'd made it before, which is why I was confident in making it again.  And the process wasn't remotely domestic;  I put ingredients in the bread machine and turned the machine on.  Still, I do feel accomplished.

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