latte shmatte

As if I didn't have enough to clean up with 'the cat accident' , the nescafe decided to fly out of the cupboard while I was about to fix a refreshing beverage.

My biggest fear was that my beautiful biscuit- colored sink would turn mocha latte brown.

The coffee powder rinsed right out of the sink, and within minutes I was slurping down the iced coffee.

think twice

I couldn't wait for the recipe. While whipping up my best effort, the honey had an unfortunate encounter with the microwave.

it's hard to be humble

I Have a cutter that takes the worry and work out of making these chenille blankets. The problem wasn't with the cutter...it was my cocky pride!!! I was more than half done and thinking how cute the fabric was and what a good job I had done matching the colors and how the new parents were going to love it, and how great my cutter was working...ooops....damn!!!! a two foot rip through the bottom layer.

The new baby is getting cash

failed attempt

Barbara asked me to make three summer nighties for Maria. It was a daunting task, simply because I'm not a good seamstress. But, bravely, I took it on.

I finished laying out the pattern, cutting, and marking the fabric. While sewing the facing onto the armholes, it occured to me, "I haven't had to rip out anything (common for me) yet." Two seconds later it hit me...I forgot the sleeve ruffle! That's when I began to doubt myself. Did I attach the wrong lace? Is it going to be too long? Did I use the wrong color thread? And then there was the bottom ruffle fiasco! I finished the little nightie and am vowing never to attempt another garment.

I never said I was a good mother.

dee-lete

Jerry rescued an antique rocker that was in desperate need of repair. He did hours of research on the process of caning . He ordered the supplies he needed, took some "before" photos of the chair and was all set to start the transformation. While working on the chair he mentioned several times how time consuming and tedious the art of caning is, and that he would probably never tackle it again. He finished the chair and was all set to send the before and after photos to "whom it may concern"....
guess who had deleted the "before" pictures?
I really do feel terrible about it.

nuff said

I broke the fourth toe on my right foot on Dec. 28th 2008.

take your time

I had a merchandise credit card since Christmas and had the time to do some serious shopping, and pick out just the right thing.

I slipped into a parking spot and headed for JCPenney. I was uncharacteristically methodical as I selected the items I wanted to try on.

• pants that would go with shirts purchased last year
• tops that would match skirts and pants in my closet
• several sizes of the same style...to cut down on time and energy spent dressing and undressing

It worked for awhile.

I must have dressed and undressed seven times...but it was still OK.

I meandered over to the shoes...chatted with a friend, and strolled over to the purses and jewelry...tried on and dropped several pairs of earrings...still nothing.

Maybe something for Jerry...I quickly squelched that notion. I spied a pair of pants in the petite department and walked back to the fitting room and picked up a few more pairs... as long as I was disrobing again.

After about two hours of unfettered shopping I finally settled on a pair of pants.

I waited in line a few minutes...she put the pants in a bag...I gave her the merchandise card and she said with a you-poor-thing smile,

"This particular card is for "Younkers".