Pool day

Not quite ready for. Close-up, Mr. Demille.

Cleanout is going to be some crusty business this year. I'm just happy to see the water level holding.

I had my first aquatherapy session at a swank fitness club today.

Muscles I haven't used in years are aggravated. 

This technical side trip worked out well.
 

Later, best part of the day. We have Four-leaf clover.

gardening madness

 

Here was my big excitement for the weekend. The garden place. I'm admiring my own restraint. No fooling around with any vegetables this year.  Only came away with a Carolina Jasmine and some moonflower seeds for the upcoming arbor. I'm thinking about some kind of mosquito netting and proper seating so I can spend more time out there. More about that in future posts.

I lost half an hour looking for a photo from the film "The Postman" - I'm a sucker for Kevin Costner - but couldn't find the one I wanted, where he comes riding by to snatch a letter out of a little boys hand.

 I would be only too happy to stand at the top of my driveway to hand off my letters and packages to someone trampling by on horseback. Tomorrow it will be me going to the post office. 

On the runway

 

The first. *Not* typical of the rest, just first readied because there was some special handling. 

I know I'm going to need more along these lines.

Sets of six are up here.

 What are you looking for? Eclectic? Close cousins? 

Regrets. International customers, 

The LOSS rate of small packages both in and out of the US is still staggering. The bottleneck seems to be US customs. I'm still doing research, but it may be a bit longer before I'm comfortable shipping overseas. 

Conjuring Dirty Thread- the Pixies

 

That's right! It's finally TIME!  The first 2021 dyefest on the Lawrenceville  Frankenstein Burning Dyedeck is underway.

(Not this lot. These are long gone. But you get the picture.) 

The blanks are in the magic sauce. There are 2 yards of fairy weight linen on the work table and that Ralph Lauren top sheet waiting to receive them as they get their Blessings.

If you have a color in mind, let me know. The colors won't fly until the sun grins over the yardarm. 

This batch of Dirty Threads named in honor of yet another unsung woman, Pamela Colman-Smith, also known as Pixie. She is responsible for the artwork on the Tarot that most are familiar with, my home deck, the Rider-Waite. 

Pixie may well find her way into my next novel.

Down in the kitchen making Walt & Jesse proud.

summer soon

 

Good things from small packages. The cat crew helped me find my missing address book by barfing in the small traveling stitching bag and knocking another basket over in the process. 

The mail brought small, tender wonders. 

There is so much going on right now that if I let it, my head would spin. Instead, I fix my eyes on the near future. Hyacinth vines and flowers overhead shivering with honeybees.

Years ago, Jim turned a 10x10 slab of concrete into a haven by building an arbor. These vines and others covered it, the blossoms hanging down. Roses climbed up the outside. All I had to do was give water and enjoy. 

I'll build a new one, sit under it, stitch and write. Like George Washington and his figs.