Over the summer, I tried to keep busy by crocheting blankets to donate to the church when they collect baby gifts in the fall. Unfortunately crocheting and knitting really mess with my Bell’s Palsy, but I pushed through finishing as many blankets as I could to welcome new life.
On Saturday I took my donations to the church to place in the collection cradle. As I set them down, a lady walked over to me and suggested that I might want to put my name and number with the blankets because she didn’t know if they would be accepted, you know, because of covid. Try as I might, I couldn’t figure out how a malt in a yarn covered sweater had anything to do with baby blankets. I looked down at the very, very few donations in the cradle and wondered if the family dropping off the bag of diapers got a similar warning. Somehow I doubt it.
As I picked my blankets up to take with me, the lady tried to herd me back to the cradle, saying that I could put them back in. (Mind you, everyone at this church is scared witless by covid yet the woman stood mere inches from me.) I told her no thank you: I knew of other groups that would welcome my gift and walked out.
Within hours, a different church gladly accepted my donation. They are experiencing a lock down baby boom and need lots of gifts to help welcome new members. Thank heavens the Protestants ’round here aren’t too scared to live.
I told you you should have spent that time doting on me and not messing with that stupid yarn!
This time of year, the nights become chilly. Make sure you or someone you care about is wrapped in both beauty and love with this hand stitched Rose Afghan.
These two have spent so much time together that they are starting to look like each other.
I do worry about Peppermint, though. I’m sure her feelings are hurt.
Tell them you love them without saying a word! (Right, Toby?) Give someone you care about this stellar pillow with an E.T. hand signing “I Love You”. Not only is it a loving reminder, it is also a great conversation piece.
This was my Halloween memory, year after year. I felt cheated that I didn’t get to go Trick or Treating with the other kids. After this year, a lot of young people are going to be having similar memories of not getting to get dressed up or pester neighbors for candy. It will be interesting to read blog posts years from now after children have developed some perspective on current events. Will they have happy memories of an evening with their families, or will they go all out making sure their own kids and pets have a spectacular, spooky celebrations?
I obviously went the second route.
(This evil bitey monster was Geordie. He was willing to model pretty much anything for me. Not sot he Tobester…)
Whether reliving your own Halloween memories or spending an evening at the opera, this black cape with red satin lining is sure to make a dramatic statement. Sized to fit size S-M. Add a dash of the unconventional to your wardrobe today!
Available from my shop.
Actual conversation with my neighbor.
Box artistically distressed by Toby.
I used to have to count exclusively on these guys to work as my tears. Today I found a new way. Since I was by myself, I decided to sing along with Happy Together on the radio and burst into terrible wracking sobs. Either my horrible singing hurts even my own ears, or my body is coming up with creative ways to cope with not being able to cry. Either way, got to skip using eye drops this afternoon.
Just don’t cry on me. I hate damp fur.
I heard that retailers are looking to start the Christmas shopping season tomorrow. In case you are hoping to get a super early jump on the holidays, come to my shop where you can pamper yourself with handmade luxury.
I don’t know if this is the same snake that was the garden earlier this year or a different one. Either way, this one is about 3x larger than the first. I was able to find it because Toby tried to stick it up his nose.
This was the baby that came to visit in the spring.
Geordie was petrified of snakes and wouldn’t go near them. At least I didn’t have to worry about him being bitten.
Real Life Me is a badass.
Looking for a gift for someone special? Cooler weather is right around the corner. Consider giving that special person in your life a hand knit tweed cardigan. Available in a variety of colors and sizes, all are made with love. And coconut shell buttons.
Two nights ago we had a freeze warning, so I brought the decorative pumpkins inside.
And what did my wondering eyes see then
but a naughty brown dog chewing off all their stems.
Aagh! We’d rather just have our stems chewed!
See what my naughty boys have been up to when you pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, Geordie and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Just kidding. I have a little more hair than that.
To see more of the mischief my boys have been up to, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. So far, the boys have been running around the local museum for nine months. I can’t imagine what they have been up to while we humans have been locked out.
Recently, Alyssa Milano’s ghost (it had to be her ghost, right? I mean if you catch covid, you automatically die) put out a YouTube video showing her hair falling out in clumps after she had contracted the virus.
My hair has been falling out by the handful since late last summer. Turns out, hair loss is not a side effect of the virus but of trauma. It could be an emotional or physical injury, but it is natural for hair to stop growing and fall out for several months after an extremely stressful incident.
It looks like my Homicidal Boots have found out yet another way to haunt me. Not only did they make my knees swell up and compound my neck injury (the Bell’s Palsy might be in part because of the head trauma I experienced) they have now made me nearly bald.
A friend made me laugh. She said that she had no idea about my hair loss – that my hair always looked so full when she saw pictures of me. The only pictures anyone sees of me are the ones I draw, so yes, I have Disney hair!
To see more of my emotionally supportive pups’ adventures, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside the boys visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective. Really, it is a seriously cute book.
Based on actual events.
On Wednesday mom had to turn the compost. She let me in the garden with her but told me not to pee on the cabbages. I didn’t. I was a good boy. Instead I peed on my leash. Then while she tried to grab a non-peey part of my leash, I ran over and stuck my head in compost juice. (Her mix is too green and not enough brown so it smells very, very nasty…just the way we puppies like it.)
Oh, wait. Something can.
I told you stories about me were more interesting!
Come and read more stories about my boys’ adventures in Dream Our World. Inside my two little monsters view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.