In keeping with the sh*t-my-mother-sends-me theme since this pandemic hit all of us broadside, forcing us to become bit players in a sci-fi film we didn’t know was in production, here’s the latest from my mother. Thanks Mom! ❤️ (Don’t know what I’d do without this woman…)
Can we all just marvel at the sheer ingenuity of this man? And check out the color of his t-shirt and how it perfectly matches the table cloth, which appears to have a wintry theme. So do you think he picked out the table cloth or was it luck? The whole thing is hilarious.
And then there’s this man, another find from my mother. Amazing. I’ve watched this several times already.
I particularly loved my sister’s reply on my mother’s email, which was something like, “I’m going to go down to the creek and do this when I have a second.” Which is hilarious because my sister doesn’t have a great deal of free time, and the idea that she’d take a few hours to try and balance rocks in between haying her fields, irrigating her ranch, training and feeding her growing group of horses, and all the other things she does in a single day to maintain her property and all of its creatures, is one of those LOL moments. Which, by the way, if you haven’t figured out by now, is just another example of my entire family and their healthy sense of humor. We definitely like to laugh. Thankfully my husband (Irish ie. his is pretty dark) and both my children do too, so even during this pandemic, there’s been a lot of laughter around here.
In between watching videos and reading the things my mother sends me, I am working away on my next project. I thought I would make something small, because I was experimenting with new materials and ideas and wanted to keep it all manageable. However, it’s amazing how many stitches I’m able to cram into a 8″ x 6″ piece. Astounding really. And I guess kind of comical. Every time I’ve complained about this to my husband, he responds with some version of, “It’s great, keep going!” So I do. All of which is to say it’s STILL not finished, but I’m in the home stretch. I think. Except then my friend Anna Bates called and when I told her what I was doing she said, “Oh but I’m zipper phobic” which, evidently is a thing. And that statement threw a monkey wrench into the whole thing. So now I’m trying to figure out alternate closures, because I’m guessing Anna isn’t the only one who’s zipper phobic. And anyway I love Anna, so I need to think of how this might work for someone like her. In any case, here’s a tiny peek at my new project.