Yeah, it's usually all about the kids, but this time. Other than this sweet thing, It's all about me, me ME!
So, I had myself a very nice visit to the lovely Shaughnessy/Lambdin household. (See painting above) I made them a little painting for a gift. Did I get photos of it? Again, no. My friends live in the lovely/hip/happening neighborhood of twelve south.
Right down the street is this house.
I'm not a knitter, and honestly I have no desire to knit - except that I would like to do something like this. I mean, she has knitted a fence in her garden. Look back there around the tree. How cool is that? She's entrapped a washing machine in her web!
I tell my friend Lee Ann that if I lived there, I would beat a path to meet the creator of all this. So, I'm out for a nice walk and I see a gal in the yard. It has to be the genius behind all this, I mean, she's all green knee socks and she's smoking a cigarette. Suddenly I'm feeling a little too... too... Volvo wagon-driving, sun visor-wearing, suburban housewife. You know?
mmmmmmmmmm. I would like to have one of these babies in front of me right now.
What great fun, laughs, political discussion, and some very un-pc jokes from this fella.
Along with garage sale trolling, there seems to be another activity that goes along with my visits to Nashville. Party crashing.
This was an opening party at imogene + willie. It is one cool place. You can have custom made jeans sewn for you - right there in the shop. Did you hear me? Custom made! Awesome.
They also sell amazing vintage jeans, belts and new things like this skirt and the shirt below which I was totally coveting.
These are the jeans patterns hanging from the ceiling. You know how I loved that.
My posts may be few and far between but when I decide to post, I decide to post.
This is how Scully is dealing with the loss of her 12 year companion. She destroyed the screen door. Poor girl.
Thank you for all of your kind words about Flash. He was a great dog. Here is the last photo I took of him, cuddled up with Sculls. I didn't want to make photos of him lately because he was so very thin and I just couldn't bear to remember him like that.
When he was a puppy we trained him to ring a bell when he wanted to go outside. It was our best parlor trick when we had guests. Scully caught on quickly when she was a puppy but I still remember the day that it dawned on Flash, "if I ring this bell the door will open". When we moved into this house they quit ringing the bell, maybe because we didn't really need it anymore since I always knew exactly when they would want to go out.
Once, at the cancer center where I worked, we had a patient who could not speak so someone put a bell beside his chair so that he could ring it if he needed our attention. It was the same sort of desk bell that the dogs used. Every time that man rang the bell I had the urge to go open a door.
Now I ask you, who was trained?
Keeping busy with "homework"
I love a cute skirt, knee socks and tennies.
I inherited some neat things from my little Granny. In helping clean out her apartment I could not bear to see perfectly good towels getting donated. I guess all of her lessons in thrift and economy paid off because I took some towels and made some cute hooded ponchos for the pool. The girls are too small for a full size beach towel, they just drag them on the ground and through various unsavory puddles in the pool changing room. They need something to slip on quick that will stay on by itself so here we are.
I even made the blue bias tape myself. Don't look close, I really didn't know what I was doing where the tape meets. The opening looked a little Dementor-ish but on the girls it's cute.
Do you see my new dishwasher in all the photos? Yeah!
I have lots of projects to complete, the least of which is not this:
Jeff, I know that you are reading and just so you know, when I look to my right, there it is staring at me.
I am really a bad sewer and a crap drawer, so ... let's combine the two! These were fun but I was afraid that I was going to sew through my finger without the presser foot.
First, I want to post about my fun, fun weekend last week. Nothing like a bunch of old friends to lift your spirits.
Look at all that gorgeous hair. I wonder how many salon dollars that all represents?
Funny comment of the weekend:
Car full of young boys to our friend Suzanne: "Hey cougar, are those your daughters in the backseat?"
Suzanne was a bit put out as some of the "daughters" in the backseat are older than her.
After the super fun weekend I returned home to find that our sweet dog Flash is not doing so well and by Wednesday things were bad. The vet gave us still more medicines to try but it was clear that he was failing fast.
I have never understood why people wait until their dog is half-dead to put them to sleep. Well, now I do. Even sitting with him in my arms in the vet waiting room this morning I was trying to convince myself that I just needed to try harder to get him to take his medicine, that maybe he could get better. In the end I did what needed to be done. It was heartbreaking - all of it.