Hello, dear friends, last weekend I decamped Chez Hovel (or The Untidy Sett as I am inclined to think of my digs) for a friend's house to dog/house sit. You see, I was the one who set her up to adopt said dog therefore she declared it really was rather my responsibility to watch it while she gallivanted off to NYC. Since she has wifi which allowed me to keep my coworkers from imploding and I was once again maxed out on vacation time, I saw no reason not to head off for what I thought of as a resort retreat without pool boys. I mean a choice of recliners, a devoted dog, really good natural lighting --- what's not to love, right?
So on Thursday morning I arrived at my temporary home and unpacked part one of my insanity:
Now, I was there from Thursday morning through Monday night. So of course I apparently thought I could finish every major project I had going. The white corner showing at the top is my Boothy (that didn't come out of the bag the whole time I was there), the green fabric in the hoop on the left is a Celtic cross ornament that I also didn't get out of its bag, the baseball flag I could stitch for hours and hours on and still only finish an inch (that didn't come out either), and the states flag in the right corner also did not make an appearance. I did manage to do 2 of the 5 LK Flip Its (they haven't made it to the "dope" list because I didn't bring a thread matching the fabric to attach the charms with), one of the little ornies (from the sheets between the flags in the picture), and a batch of Ethel's sky.
Pathetic! II mean I did stitch a lot... I'm just that slow. Ok, I did cook a lot too. And I swear on my stash I did not nap the weekend away. I never got a nap in actually, because my four-footed charge seemed to think napping indicated a lack of "better" things to do like walking or petting.
My roomie was at first very suspicious of this stitching stuff --
Then she went with the crisis of confidence look -- the apparently-I'm-not-cute-enough-to-put-down-that-thread-crap pose.
But she did seem to like the audio book effect. She really had to since the TV only came on for the hockey game. Which leads me to part two of my insanity. Not only did I bring enough stitching to make it through 6 months, I also came with reading--
That's 6 paperbacks and two books on CD. That is IN ADDITION to the 20-ish audio books I had checked out from the library and loaded on my computer (and we'll not mention the 100+ Audible titles also on said computer). I believe I finished 5 books -- 4 library check outs and an Audible title. I did open the top book on the above pile (a Kate Carlisle), but really I could have skipped that bag.
Oh and it gets funnier. My buddy is also a reading fiend, so it's not like I could have lacked for books at her house. As a matter of fact she told me to check out the box she was putting together to donate and I pulled the items below out because she'd been singing their praises for a while and I thought I'd try them (mind you, I gave her the Charlaine series, but apparently I didn't buy it all for myself. or at least I didn't get it all input into my online catalog).
Currently they are on my floor waiting for me to figure out a path to the shelves so they can join their friends. [You think I'm kidding? Silly you.]
Regardless of my insanity, or possibly because of it, I had a lovely time. I stitched, I read, I got a lot of these walk-me/pet-me/what's-that-you're-doing-now looks:
I picked strawberries in the backyard while my furry friend had breakfast al fresco.
I sniffed heavily from the gardenia bush.
In short, I had a grand ole time. I can only wish you as pleasant a weekend as I had last weekend. And, for my American friends, a peaceful Memorial Day possibly filled by red,white, and blue stitching. I'll be at the local national cemetery. Where will you be?
Pratchett thought of the day: