I knew I did good when the phone rang and it was Grandma Eileen (of the Long Distance Is So Expensive generation)! She loved the lacey crocheted table cloth I finally finished and mailed off to her, knowing she's the only one who would appreciate the extra-large-doily look. It's a shame this style of crochet is out of vogue (or is it? or is it just to me?) because it is so fun to make—thread is easy to work with and the complicated pattern details are very rewarding to master.
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I love the picture of Stella pulling the hat entirely out of shape! (So much for blocking next time!)
I made this dress and hat for Stella back in June, it's great to see that it still fits. I have a sweater nearly completed that I worry might be too big for this year, too small for next…darn those kids and their pesky growing.
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There oughta be a law:
The toity was not cooperating. After every plunger trick in the book, it was still a no go. It's an old building with questionable pipes, but one can't help feeling deeply, deeply ashamed to call the building manager with this particular problem.
But as the water level neared precipice-spilling levels, I got over it and made the call. Send the "Drain Snake Guy" please. I should have been more specific. "Send an old, ugly and overwieght plumber with poor hygiene please."
Don't, don't, DON'T send the Cutest, Most Charming and Adorable Plumber in the History of Plumbers. How can you flirt with someone who has seen your poop soup? -
I think the only time I've seen the sun in the past forty days is when it was setting. -
Ruby loves a playdate, particularly with energetic Very Lucky, but man, is she possesive and competetive. I don't think they'll ever be room for another pup in the household–she most certainly rules this roost. -
Ruby and Very Lucky share a mid-playdate rest. -
Checking in with seaside community rental/condo manager: "T'aw, just you? That's too bad!"
Excuse me?
Checking out at Safe Way, explaining that I don't need a discount card because I'm just visiting the area, and no, not visiting friends, just the area: "Really? By yourself? T'aw."
Is this a conspiracy?
This happens everytime I travel alone, even for just a 'weekend' getaway across county lines. And the worst part? It's from WOMEN. Only women. Men never ask, never comment, never "T'aw" (imagine sad puppy face).
I beg you, ladies, remember that we can be independent. We can travel alone. We can work, we can have mortgages, degrees, car loans, we can vote…and for crying out loud, we can drive a car by ourselves to a hotel and Enjoy Time With Ourselves!
p.s. What really bugs me is this….It never crossed my mind, not once, to be disappointed that I was alone for my getaway. I was thrilled. Driving curving, misty roads in my beloved little car, iPod loaded, puppy panting in the passenger seat, fuzzy slippers and hot cocoa mix in the back….excitment, happiness, calm was all mine….it never occurred to me that my enjoyment of these things should be diminished in some way because I was alone. It never does until I get "T'aw"-ed. -
Two days off in a row, a break in the rain and a little car languishing in park? I'm outta here! -
Usually, though no graceful dancer type, I can bend and single-hand scoop on our morning and evening strolls just fine. Plastic baggy in hand, a quick flip and the deposits are swiftly dispatched.
Not this drizzly morning.
I dropped my keys in…in, in….the dooty.
