Dad is happy. Cats are happy. My heart aches. No insult to those readers from New Jersey, but if I never leave the house again to shop I will be OK with that. Maybe I've just hit a bad spell. Every store is crowded. Every cashier either angry or indifferent. Fellow customers are pure rudeness bordering on the criminally insane. I've had enough.
Hello Esty, Amazon and insert-store-name-here.com
As I "detox" myself from my overwhelming need to buy new stash, I dive head-first into my WIP collection. Some have not even gotten to the "IP" stage and are just kitted up and ready to go.
I started and finished "Hannah Colby" last week.
Oh my, a stitchy finish at last!!
Last Thursday my nephew Dylan graduated from high school. It was surreal to be back at that school for the first time in 36 years. Four years of anxiety, eating disorders and mean girls was enough for me. I was done there in 1982 and never looked back.
My niece and nephew on the other hand were smart, stylish and popular high school students, enjoying their four years to the fullest.
The cats become more comfortable here each passing day.
Do you ever get the feeling that someone is watching you?
After many years in and out of the WIP bag, back and forth from one state to another, running hot and cold with my feelings for him, Mr. Seahorse is nearly finished!
Many, many shades of peach, coral and orange. He keeps my head spinning. But I have such a need to accomplish something... ANYTHING at this point in my life.
He does have such a lovely face, don't you think?
I pin my hopes on you, Mr. Seahorse. Keep me focused and at peace.