Without the Holiday Homes tour to prod me into decorating, I have nothing done. I have removed the so-called easter decorations (Alice and Humpty Dumpty tchotchkes) but that's not much is it? I adore my Christmas decorations but it is a real pain to get them all out.
I don't have a wreath because the boy scout didn't come around this year. The boy scout's mother is selling succulent wreaths on Facebook and, while beautiful, they look too heavy to hang and are very expensive. I may cobble something together from vines in the yard. They are no longer dusty since we've had a couple decent rain storms.
Well, Ernest is back! So I roped him into helping get a tree. It's amazing what you can fit into his little car. He is so happy to have the chance to drive a car again!
This is where the tree is right now.
Handy's birthday is tomorrow, so I need to hunt down a recipe. He decided on Boston Cream Pie, not because Ernest was coming from Boston, but because he remembered getting slices of it as a child. Since Frank (the baking one) is working and Ernest is gallivanting around in his car, it will probably be up to me to make the cake.
Tree and cake are my two goals for the next two days.
I am a little concerned about how Tiny will react to the tree. She is such a curious cat.
When Homer and Francine first arrived at our home, we didn't have any cat food dishes. So we fed them on our saucers. That seemed to work out fine, but I didn't want to accidentally break one of them. I invested in a stack from a thrift store. Of course several of them have broken by now, so it was time to replenish the stack.
One of them was made for Francine!
Tiny came with her own dishes and still uses them. We have served her once or twice on a saucer but she tended to nose the food right off the plate so it was back to the bowl for her.
I was so happy with Tiny's enjoyment of my sewing that I started on another project, using my vintage 1970s patches. The LOVE patch has never been used but the Peanuts patches have a long story. You know me. There's always a story behind my stuff.
In the early '70s Weber's bread had a giveaway of applique patches of Snoopy, the Prince of Sandwiches, and his friends. I can't even remember how many bread wrappers I had to save to send in to get the patches. It was a big battle with my mother because she always bought the cheapest brand of pasty white bread so I had to beg for Webers which she thought was too expensive. 29 cents! I really don't know how I won this battle but I did.
So I sent away the wrappers and after the 4-6 weeks of waiting time, the patches were mine. And they covered every hole on my jeans throughout my teens. If I outgrew the jeans, I would carefully snip them off and save them for the next pair.
At a point in my 20s I decided I didn't need patches on my jeans anymore. But having worked so long to earn them, they were like merit badges. I couldn't give them up. So they sat in a box.
Around 5 years ago, I bought a piece of Peanuts flannel, thinking I would make a pillow.