Take a Lesson

It didn't take long once I sat down and put my fingers to fabric.

Dog Lessons for People
Lizzie*Kate
Called for fibers on a random fabric.

Beth at the Strawberry Sampler wondered why they didn't have this model in the shop. I told them for a framing discount, they could display mine for a while. She told me that she could *not* bring one more project to poor Lise after the framing sale. (400 pieces!) I told her the offer was open-ended. It's still good, Beth!

I think I might hang this near Stella's "corner" (where her crate and toys live). Of course, it is for the people and not for the dog so maybe someplace else would be more appropriate?

Stella has made real strides during the inlaws' visit. She's not very good at having new people in the house and usually barks incessantly. In fact she did this the first time they came over, scaring the bejesus out of everyone. My older nephew asked when Stella would be "a normal dog." We put her in her (covered) crate and she barked even from there. It was a nightmare. The next time they were at the house, it was a sunny day so the older nephew took Stella on a walk with the dude supervising. When she returned to the house she was a new dog! No barking. It was a great relief. She even put up with some excessive petting. (She put herself in the crate that time!)

Here's Stella with her gift from the boys who hail from Wimbledon, a can of tennis balls used in the Championship. Every morning since she received them, she's played with them first thing. I think she likes those kids more than she's letting on.

Library Friday

Yesterday, I worked on Lizzie*Kate's Dog Lessons for People at my library stitching. We had a surprise visit from our friend who is having cancer treatment. It was so wonderful to see her. She's knitting washcloths because that's all she can concentrate on but there she was, knitting away. She also lacks the focus for reading but not for jigsaw puzzles. She chatted with all of us individually thanking us for whatever little thing we had done for her. She's a classy broad. I hope she comes back again soon. Probably not next week, though.

Next week we are having a royal wedding party. {eye roll} We're going to watch BBC America's endless loop o' coverage, wear tiaras, and eat scones with our tea. (Yes, we had to have a long discussion about the pronunciation of that word.) I'm making Martha Stewart's mini carrot muffins and Nigella Lawson's Eton Mess.

I know I've mentioned before how absolutely over the royal wedding I am. Seriously, I would sooner stitch a celebrity face in cross stitch than a royal wedding sampler. The first time I saw one of those I thought WTF? I also thought some things that I'm sure would offend many, many people, mostly Americans... We all watched this in 1981 (In truth, I didn't; I was at cheerleading camp--way more important than royalty!) and we know how that turned out. I just don't get it at all. Fortunately for me, the Brit I married isn't much of a royalist.

I knew I loved him when I figured out he didn't believe in fairy tales.