Just a reminder . . .

to all my pals in the frozen north . . .

that the green grass of spring is just around the corner! Albeit, a rather big corner. . . . but a corner nonetheless!

Boy, am I ready for a road trip. Who wants to schedule the bus?

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Dear John . . . the book was better

Of course I understand movies can't get the depth and perspective that a book does.

But I truly think this one missed the mark.

What's your opinion?

Until then, keep stitchin' . . . .

Dressed to the 9's

Do we gals ever really outgrow pink? It's a color that looks good in frosting, fizzy drinks, or fabric. We love it in roses, tulips, and hyacinths. And it always seems to shout in a quiet way.

If you'd like to shout in a quiet way and provide free mammograms for underprivileged women, click on the breast cancer link and that lil' pink button. It's that easy. And free!

Also, if you click on the animal rescue tab and then the purple button, you'll help feed a furry friend in need.

The internet makes amazing things happen, so click if you care.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Has anyone seen my purple fabric?

You know, the one with the pink elephants?

I'm sure it's here somewhere. LOL.

When the weather clears and I can get my cabinets moved out of storage, I'll be able to unload my supplies and have a working studio once again. You can bet at the first sign of warmer temps I'll be building my new design wall in preparation for some serious sewing.

Meanwhile, I hope you all have enough fabric to weather this weekend's coming storm. If not do stop by, but bring your ladder. I can probably unearth a piece or two.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

New neighbors

Aren't they beautiful? I know some of you are thinking venison roast, but I just loved watching them walk down my road. They must be getting hungry to come out at this time of the day. If I get corn for them and put it at the corner of my property, how do I keep the squirrels and possums from indulging too. Any ideas?

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .