It's 62 today,
and may be my last chance to go work
in the yard without mittens,
so I got my keister out of bed early and dove in.
I unceremoniously clipped these off.
They will be petals on the desk by tomorrow.
Plunked them into a green spotted drinking glass and
they will elevate my computer time
to something special.
Worked with a client all day yesterday
on Holiday Decorating.
She is having many parties this year
and there was lots to be done.
We always work so well together,
frequently grabbing the same material
for the exact same spot...
all the while groovin' to 70's hits.
I forgot my camera and about an hour in,
I looked around at the organized chaos and
thought "oh this would be good to show".
before and after.
the worst of the yard work
remains so I'm going to eat some soup
and head back out with the "poochettes"
keeping me company.
Since last post, Howie has knocked over
one tree breaking 4 of my FAVORITE
Sarah Lugg soldered ornaments-
crawled under the couch to get a bone,
and wedged himself in there solidly - and laid down smack dab
across my face while I was napping the other day.
I dreamt someone had thrown a bag over my head
to smother me and woke up
sputtering and choking, heart racing,
with a mouth full of fur.
All of you who think Master Howie
is so funny and so adorable???
What is your address?
We love him.