random sunday

I made the promised corned beef hash for Sunday breakfast and it was scrumptious.  A little while after I received a phone call - 

I know, it's pathetic how much I love my new phone.  I waited a long time for this one.  Everyone is smitten with it - look at those pedicure socks - they cannot get close enough!  Anyway - the call came from Scott - did I want to go and have sushi for brunch with his daughter and her boyfriend?  HELL YES!  But wait - I'm stuffed from breakfast ... Oh God, I'll have to do some exercise, I'll have to do some dreaded housework!

Maybe I'll dust a bit - these little caches could use a shine ...

Oh look - here is the small painting that my friend Becky gave to me many years ago - I adore it.  I miss her all of the time.  Whoever thought that she would go into retail and move out of the area and fall in love with her college sweetheart and live happily ever after in Washington DC?  I didn't see that coming.  But I am happy for her - beyond words Happy.  She deserves this love in her life.  Still, I miss her beautiful face and that LAUGH!

Here's a project that I am hoping to launch in the next few days.  It's a secret gift for Katherine at Apifera Farm.  I've talked about her work this month - I hope that you visited her.  This has to do with pies and aprons and fund raising.  I can't tell you any more than that.  

I FINALLY got an ok shot of Miss Bella - the Skank.  She is a wicked animal - prone to biting without warning.  Her specialty is to walk across your chest in the deep of night and make horrific yowling sounds in your ear.  Loosely translated - she's ALWAYS hungry!  I have not been able to put an ounce of weight on this cat since she arrived here from the mean streets of Poughkeepsie.  She had, and was treated for tapeworm, and has never really grown since then.  She seems quite healthy with good teeth and glossy coat, but I fear that she suffers from some kind of disorder.  She's a klutz.  She jumps and misses her mark - a lot!  I routinely find her hanging by her claws from perilous heights.  We think that perhaps something happened to her when she was living the feral life.  She has a good life here at Cloudwalk with many closets and secret passages and ample cellar to scout, but she is not allowed outdoors (much to her chagrin!).   She never misses the opportunity to inform us that she resents this set of circumstances!

Last, but not least, I frogged my kollage socks.  For a few blessed inches all seemed well in Stripeland.  And then, without warning, here we go again - clouds being dragged across the sky.  I give up.  Maria, I'm embracing the self striping aspects of this fiber, and deleting their website from my favorites!

Maybe not.  This is seriously beautiful merino.