Sunny and Frigid
Frigid temps don’t feel so bad when the sun is shining and it is bright out.
Why am I not surprised. Dennis came home from coffee with his buds at McDonald’s to stop in and say he was going out in the country to a friend of his. They had been chit chatting over coffee and Dennis was offered some oats for the deer feeding. That was all Dennis had to hear. While he was at Dwayne’s he also offered some advice on guns that Dwayne wants to sell. Dennis’ suggestion was to let the children pick what they would want from their dad and then decide on what was left as to the price he would want. Good friend that Dennis is, he did not offer to purchase, only to give advice.
I muddled through a pillow. The way velvet stitches out embroidery is really nice. How to work with velvet afterwards is a nightmare. Because of the nap of it, it doesn’t play nice when being put in a seam. It slips and slides to no end. My pillow is done. In the photo the white flang border does not want to lie flat to be photographed. That is unfortunate as it is some white elite that I had used to make Carrie a dress for the Christmas concert many, many years ago when we lived in the two story brick schoolhouse. The embroidered design fit right in with the stitching of the bells. The tartan plaid taffeta seemed to be a good fit. Taffeta has its own issue when seaming it. It frays like a dog that is molting. What can I say. When you bite into a challenge, you have to be willing to work with it and then as Dennis did with his highchair . . . you say “Uncle.” I need to inquire with my stitching gals in regard to their experience with velvet, as I will want to be ready for it again next year at this time. Yup . . . stubborn and no throwing in the towel.
Dennis is practicing with our small camera to capture photos of the deer that come to enjoy his patio. I think he is doing a fair job. Holding the camera steady is huge, but the drift of the photo is spot on. The deer coming this close to the patio is the cat’s meow . . . literally. All three sit at the sliding patio door and take it all in. Hard to say if the cats are putting on the most nose prints onto the glass . . . or if it’s Dennis. Priceless.