Such a long day was had today. Sinuses in an uproar, but my boss is kind of a battle axe, so she threw me in the car and made me go in anyway. Good thing, too, or I'd have missed the Man in Brown. He delivered a box with five bolts of 'County Fair' fabric by Denyse Schmidt. Free Spirit has taken her best prints (mainly from the first collection, "Flea market Fancy") and printed them on home-dec weight cotton. They are calling it canvas, but I'm totally smitten with the prints, especially the one that looks like a scrappy log cabin quilt. I have never liked a 'cheater cloth' in my life, but am quickly learning to never say never.
Aside from feeling like death until the meds kicked in, it was another fun day at Clementine's. I made lunch out of cupcakes and pepperoni bread sticks (trust me, they went together just fine), and some knitting on the second 'Mockery' sock happened. While I was "at work", Herr Becher was moving furniture around at the Haus. Now Eli can have his own bed, right in the next room from ours. This means no more stepping on Legos at two a.m. whilst trying to retrieve him from the boys' room upstairs when he wakes up howling for us. It also means not having a toddler pushing me out of the bed, or trying to weasel my pillow away from me.
Tomorrow, pictures of the new fabrics. Tonight, more 'Sopranos' to watch. The spouse is very into this show... possibly the Bada-Bing girls are a big draw. Dunno. (Oops. I just had a sarcasm.) Okay, you go be crafty. (Unless you are Ann, who we all know is crafty, but now there is a nice little spot waiting for a Clementine's Dry Goods four-color ad in the back of the next issue of "Stitches" magazine and I opened the media packet and felt something in my head sizzle. Ann, sweetie, darling, can you 'splain it to me, in little words?)
p.s. Cat is a blue-point Siamese, rescued from a dance studio, where she was kept alone, spending her days chewing the faces off her stuffed 'luvvies'. She has made a full recovery, and enjoys speed-racing through the haus, smacking unsuspecting passers-by, and taking baths on the dining table, usually during meals. She answers to many names, but 'Cat' and 'Tikki-Tikki' are her two favorites, and she will do anything for the chance to play in water. I'm told that when I'm gone she stays hidden all day, and when I'm home she's never more than three feet from me.