Wordless Wednesday

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

A sad farewell.

Samson bunny, age 1-1/2 years, died last night of unknown causes.  We'll miss his adventuresome spirit.

 Dolly wanted to remind everyone to fill water bowls daily, provide a shady spot to rest in, and pour out ice cube treats on days with higher temps.  

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Thank you for your kind inquiries . . .

I am feeling a tad better.  Not quite ready for the up-hill-all-the-way 26 mile marathon, but can climb the stairs without stopping 2 times on the way up.

 Things are looking brighter.

The town crier is pleased to announce these beautiful babies, Peter and Polly, went to a new home this week to be adored pets for the grandchildren.

 You've not met Bullet before have you?  He was born under the dog house in a burrow with 5 others.  But I've never been able to catch him.  Interestingly, he's outgrown his siblings.

 I wonder if he'll catch up to Jeremiah who is the biggest bunny of them all.

These are 2 of Hazel's litter.  Bullet's siblings.

On Monday, Riley, Rebecca's last baby, will be heading off to North Asheville to live with a new family.  

This is good news, believe me, for I am out of room.

My Stargazer lily is a paler pink than last year . . . I wonder if it has to do with the cold winter?

Until then, keep stitchin' . . . 

Yes, I realize it's summer . . . .

But the mean ol' flu bug has found me anyway.

It's no fun I tell ya trying to sit quietly and not cough.  It's also as boring as watching wet newspaper dry in the sun.  Only more so.

Book reading is out of the question, my eyelids flutter and close due to the medication.  (whine, whine)

Quilt binding cannot happen, as it's too hot.  (Grumble, grumble.)

Having no recourse, I unearthed my counted cross stitch.  Old projects are being worked on, slowly, very slowly.  This time with glasses.

Yes, it's been that long since I've done any x-stitching.  Will show photos soon.  It's time for some soup and more rest.  (I'm not good at resting . . . whine, grumble, whine, grumble, grumble.)  But this too shall pass.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Oh my,

Has it really been over a month since we had a good chat?

 We've not been hiding, honest.

As a matter a fact, things have been hoppin' 'round here.

Five of my cousins went off to live with a very nice family in Asheville . . . (hello Janet).

Mom began cleaning and rearranging everything that wasn't nailed down.

This 28-year-old quilt came out of the closet to join up with her favorite Roseville-Ransbottom bowls.

Searching for that perfect Country Living look.

(side bar:  If you cannot find a tablecloth to cover the table under the quilt, use a white sheet.)

The Amish quilts came out to pair with other pottery.

The floor was polished and Gigi moved to the corner for now.

(side bar: If your furniture is not on sliders, flip over bathroom rugs and place furniture on top to move across hardwood floors.)

 By grouping the Amish quilts in sequence, we discovered it does not matter what color the couch is.

Needless to say, all of this activity wore Dolly out.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .