It’s been cold (I can hear Mary in Indiana sighing over this one..hey, it’s below 60 degrees!), windy and rainy today..perfect weather for baking and sewing.
Lulu the boxer kept me company while I worked on yet another Jelly Roll 1600 quilt. I’d like to say I’m pacing myself, but the stone-cold reality is that I haven’t been in much of a crafting mood so I’m slower than molasses in January. It’ll get done eventually and added to the pile of 22 other quilt tops I unearthed that are in need of being quilted. Yes, I said 22…comes after 21 but before 23. Yep, THAT 22! What can I say? I’m a piecer.
After the last crocheting debacle (you remember, the one where my Mama’s nice Tuesday crafting lady M gently pointed out that I was indeed crocheting a quadrilateral) I laid down my hook and ball and said to hell with this shit and left it alone for awhile. Well…here’s what I’ve got so far. And yes, I know I dropped a stitch on the left hand side. Thanks for pointing that out, but I’ll be damned if I undo all that. It took me two weeks to achieve.
From this angle, the right side looks wonky, too but I have it on good authority (that’s two different crocheters, if you must know) that when viewed from the proper angle, all is well. Nyah-nyah.
And I have to share my JoAnn’s score with you. Only those who sew can truly appreciate the deal I got. Pinking shears for $45.99 with a 50% off coupon. Can I get a hell yeah!
Yes, this is how truly orgasmically exciting my social life is. Sad really, but there it is.
On the baking front, I managed to sneak in applesauce and protein powder to my usual recipe for chocolate chip cookies. I love duping the family…and they make it so easy.
My epic fail for the day, however, are these lovely little
hockey pucks muffins hockey pucks I made from a recipe on the side of an oatmeal canister. I had such high hopes they’d be tasty, but I’m sorry, anything called ‘High Protein Applesauce Muffins’ is probably gonna suck eggs. Pond hockey, anyone?
The Diva loved them, bless her heart. I say ‘bless her heart’ in a way only a Texas girl can. In this instance it can be roughly translated as ‘she’s weird as all get-out’. I’ll save the various translations of ‘bless your heart’ for another post. After all, it never hurts to learn a second language.
I spent the rest of the day with my Mama and we drove all over hell’s half-acre running errands. I was rewarded with really good company and lunch. I loves my Mama.
It’s Wednesday…is it too early in the week to start drinking?