Who's The Boss?

You probably already know the answer. A puppy in the house and life isn't the same anymore, this precious little under-three-pound bundle is calling the shots! Crate training has been going better. He willingly goes in and out on his own during the day. Nighttime is a little different but he's progressing. One step at a time. 

Yesterday I had hoped to finish up the quilting on a quilt for our quilt ministry at church but Augie had other ideas. He likes to get right between my feet and sleep! Oh! My!! 💗

During his nap time I did manage to complete the quilting and get it trimmed up. Isn't this one pretty? It was pieced and donated by a church member's 97 year old mother. 

I took this photo of our Chrismon tree at church this past week. I really do miss those workshops that we attended over the last year+, even more so now that the shop has closed. I still have lots of purchased kits and beads to do others but they won't get done now before next year. 

This is our Chrismon tree at home. I got this one up and decorated before Augie came home. Everything takes longer with a puppy either running around or in your arms. It puts me in mind of being a new mother and amazing myself with how much I could get done with one hand while holding a baby; it's a life skill that even decades can't erase. 

And so, little by little, things are getting done around here.
I'm learning the ropes. I have a new boss. 
Life is Good!

Multi-tasking... The Best And The Worst!

Christmas may just bring out the best in us, or does it? For sure I can do my very best (worst?) multi-tasking at this time of year! While the embroidery machine is blissfully creating a band of trumpeting angels I have wrapped gifts, addressed cards, written a shopping list and hemmed a bridesmaid's dress. That bridesmaid's dress belongs to my daughter-in-law, the wedding is Saturday. "Sure", I said, "I can do that"! I wanted to hem it the way it was from the store; a narrow, rolled hem; machine stitched. I had no problem whatsoever with the attached slip. I fed the wispy-thin fabric into my #61 rolled hem foot and quickly made small work of that task. Then, onto the dress itself... as soon as I cut off the offending two inches I realized I was in trouble... it began fraying like it's very life depended on it! Arrgghh!! A medium weight polyester satin, with a mind of it's own, it didn't want to behave and play nicely at all. The aforementioned foot was making mincemeat of the raw edge, little satin threads were spilling off at warp speed. I continued to proceed slowly, cautiously, and held my breath... somehow I managed to make it around the bottom of the skirt before I turned blue and passed out. I made my dear daughter-in-law promise that she wouldn't let anyone inspect the inside of her dress! It's a complete shaggy disaster in there, this hem is definitely in contention for the title: Worst Work Ever! What's the best thing about a bridesmaid's dress? No one ever wears them again, despite what every bride may think! Oh, yeah... and while this dress altercation alteration was going on I managed to bake a batch of cookies and create three more trumpeting angels! So, there you go, that's the story around here; the best and worst of my efforts, all at the very same time! ...'tis the season!

Life is Good!