Benign Neglect

This has been a crazy week. Even as I planned and presumed to have everything 'under control'; the appointments remembered, schedules kept, and went about my dailies, something had to give way. Son-the-second's oral surgery was so uneventful it's almost as if it never happened (well, aside from the thousand or so dollar bill we got as a cool souvenir). He declines to take any medicine for the pain, insisting to me it ruins his "appetite". Yes, this from the child who lives on pop-tarts and bun- less Kosher dogs. Appetite. In a pig's eye.

The dishwasher is still fritzed, but I'm told if I sacrifice another day of my life to waiting on the A&E repairman, it will be fixed. So, what does a perfectly sane girl do with her standing manicure appointment on Wednesday mornings? Yup. Toes. In the photo above you can see a bit of Miss Vickie's handiwork. If you click for bigger, you can even spot the rhinestone 'spiders' on their webs. I heart me some Vickie. Also, there is a spooky milliner at work in the burg of Franklin. (You can find Miss Susie at "Victoria's" as well.) I may be a bit smitten with the witch's hats. Number 3 is on order. Need to see one on? Melly caught me and stuck me here.

Second Sunday was a fairly productive day at the shop. I love special days at the shop. This month it was extra special because Miss Rob's daughter and her man came and turned the ugly beige walls a clean and decent white... all the better to display bright yarns and pretty knitted things. There is a bit of trim work to do still, but a trip to the lumber mill for trim isn't in the cards just yet. Next week has already gotten stuffed with more stuff to do than I can even fathom. I just have to keep one eye on the list and one on my watch.

Sorry about my bloggy-neglect. I'll try and remember the camera tomorrow for the new quilt photos. That Sheri is a wunderkind at making quilts happen. And it has polka-dots. (insert happy noises here) C