Day Three

My three days working on Love Me, Love My Dog resulted in one nearly finished dog (he needs beads) and the appearance of the photobomb-dog. What!? You don't believe there's a photobomber in this piece? Check it out; I'll wait.

See what I mean?

I did all the idiot stitching (orange block) on the way to the Maryland State Fair. We watched met up with some friends, watched their kids go on rides, ate better-for-us-food (most people had lamb, but I went with the softshell crab), contemplated eating worse-for-us food (onion blossoms! deep fried buckeyes! other crazy deep fried foods!) and then went and admired the home arts. And...and this is exciting stuff!...we learned that people from all the states bordering Maryland can enter. Which is all kinds of awesome because Pennsylvania has no official state fair. The dude is looking forward to see how his preserves match up. The woman working the preserves section told us that there's something like 160 categories in food preservation and a woman from West Virginia used to enter every one of them. That's like preserving something every other day. Crazy! For now, the dude plans on "jams, other fruit than above" and possibly catsup. There's only 70 cross-stitch categories, and I'm pretty sure no one's ever entered all of them, and I have no ambition to try.

On Monday, our trip to the Polish fair was ruined by the weather. As a result I got to watch old tennis reruns and stitch. And stitch. And stitch. The fact that I xeroxed the pattern so that I could mark off the stitches I've done also helped move this project along a little faster.

Hey, Patchy-Mutt-Dog, how'd you get so yellow?