My mom can't come to the blog right now. I've sent her to the Targets for some industrial strength Tylenol to see if I can knock back what can only be described as a migraine of epic proportions. For a small pup, I pack a mighty punch when it comes to pain, so forgive my scattered thoughts as I try to bring you up to speed on the old lady's shenanigans.
The autumnal season started well enough, with Mo-ther heading up to the studio armed with good intentions of a hearty clean-out, followed by a re-stocking of the stitchy basket. Alas, it was not to be. Instead of rekindling her passion for all things needlework, she ended up exacerbating a bad case of the "Oh why can't I be a normal person and just do things in moderation blues" instead.
Yup. Nothing has changed with my stupid mo-ther, despite thousands and thousands of dollars spent in the self-help section of our local bookstore and countless hours spent with me listening to her complain about all of the crazy crap that dances around in her head on any given day.
I swear, I could have thrived with a smarted owner.
All is not lost, however, since I watched in amazement as Mo-ther made herself a healthy breakfast smoothie, and I think I overheard her telling my Aunt Chrissy that she fully intended to spend the day in the Happy Chair working on the final stages of this:
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That's "Autumn Jumble" by The Drawn Thread, and if we weren't in the habit of falling asleep with needle in hand at 7:30 every night it would have been completed long ago.
I know that you're probably very concerned about my headache, but please understand that it is only because I am so thoroughly disappointed with this year's seasonal display. (I use the term sarcastically, of course, since THIS is what constitutes Mo-ther's attempts at welcoming in our favorite season this year):
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Are you horrified? I know I am. Remember the fantastic arrangements that my Aunt Chrissy did last year and the year before that? Well, I'm sorely tempted to call her up with the promise of a glass of an impertinent little Merlot if she'll just come over and help a nephew out.
Tomorrow will start a new tradition here at Chez Spinster. Mo-ther is going to start a new project that has been languishing up in the studio forever. It's called "Looking Glass" and is by Threedles. I think that the canvas color is supposed to be bright yellow, but when we perused all of the threads yesterday, we realized that this mottled brown might just be gorgeous. Only time will tell.
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Well, friends, I suppose that bring us up to speed for the day. I apologize for my long absence, but please know that you've never been far from my thoughts (or affections). I will try to be better about writing, but I'm presently between valets at the moment, and the interviews are consuming me with dread.
Until we meet again, I remain your loyal and devoted friend.
With much love from your pal,
Stewey
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The autumnal season started well enough, with Mo-ther heading up to the studio armed with good intentions of a hearty clean-out, followed by a re-stocking of the stitchy basket. Alas, it was not to be. Instead of rekindling her passion for all things needlework, she ended up exacerbating a bad case of the "Oh why can't I be a normal person and just do things in moderation blues" instead.
Yup. Nothing has changed with my stupid mo-ther, despite thousands and thousands of dollars spent in the self-help section of our local bookstore and countless hours spent with me listening to her complain about all of the crazy crap that dances around in her head on any given day.
I swear, I could have thrived with a smarted owner.
All is not lost, however, since I watched in amazement as Mo-ther made herself a healthy breakfast smoothie, and I think I overheard her telling my Aunt Chrissy that she fully intended to spend the day in the Happy Chair working on the final stages of this:
I know that you're probably very concerned about my headache, but please understand that it is only because I am so thoroughly disappointed with this year's seasonal display. (I use the term sarcastically, of course, since THIS is what constitutes Mo-ther's attempts at welcoming in our favorite season this year):
Tomorrow will start a new tradition here at Chez Spinster. Mo-ther is going to start a new project that has been languishing up in the studio forever. It's called "Looking Glass" and is by Threedles. I think that the canvas color is supposed to be bright yellow, but when we perused all of the threads yesterday, we realized that this mottled brown might just be gorgeous. Only time will tell.
Well, friends, I suppose that bring us up to speed for the day. I apologize for my long absence, but please know that you've never been far from my thoughts (or affections). I will try to be better about writing, but I'm presently between valets at the moment, and the interviews are consuming me with dread.
Until we meet again, I remain your loyal and devoted friend.
With much love from your pal,
Stewey
