All that glitters…

One thing about a house where a lot of crafting happens: There’s always some glitter somewhere. I’ll see it on Guinness’s nose, Margot’s paw. There’ll be some on Tom’s shirt or my cheeks. It’s never really gone, even if I haven’t used glitter for months, because whenever I pull paints and canvases or fabrics out, there will always be a bit of glitter clinging to them, too.

So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that right now, Tom and I keep finding magnetic words in odd places. He found a word on the living room floor. I found one in the bathroom sink. And yesterday, when I turned my silver Magnetic Poetry box around on my desk, I was reminded that someone I love has a free spirit and can NOT be boxed in.

This is as far as I’m going with this


I promised a friend that if Auburn won the National Football Championship, I’d make Summer an outfit in their school colors. Here she is: orange cotton tank, blue crushed velvet bolero jacket and skirt, orange stockings, and blue and orange necklace, all made by me. The belt and boots are by Mattel. I believe this fulfills my promise of a nod to the Auburn Tigers.

Roll Tide.

Hmph

Now I’m absolutely positive that Timothy J. Lambert sometimes dances in his apartment and that his dogs see this. So there was NO REASON why Pixie, Rex, and Penny had to freeze and stare at me like I’d lost my mind because of a little chair dancing. Everybody’s a critic.


Penny willing to replace Simon Cowell or Paula Abdul or whoever on whatever show.

I’m feeling very Thanksgivingy. Tonight’s menu: baked hen, cornbread dressing, cranberry sauce, beans, and salad. Wish you were here!