I loved that song by the Velvet Underground when I was a freshman in university. Over here, it’s Sunday morning, sunny, and absolutely lovely. After breakfast, I got busy with the repotting of plants for Rowen’s classroom – my ‘homework’ for the autumn break. 
Here are some happy plants, soaking up the sun after their little trauma. (Two of them are actually mine – I had some dirt left over.)
We had a fun breakfast. With Max away this weekend, we set Arden’s little recliner up at Max’s spot and Arden enjoyed eating with us. He especially liked sampling whatever was on Rowen’s plate! LOL!
Yesterday was the SNG party and I celebrated by doing primitive-style stitching all day (well, all day that I could stitch…). Here is Believe by Primitive Stitchin’ (purchased from the Pattern Mart). I changed the layout to make it more of an ornament shape (it is designed as a long rectangle) and stitched it over one on 18 count Platinum Cork linen using my choice of floss. It’s smaller than the palm of my hand, even withe the fringe. I also started a schoolgirl sampler, but only made it as far as the border so I won’t bore you with a picture of that.
I did dig out my one and only piece of Halloween stitching – before Becky’s exchange, Su’s seasonal exchange, and Mylene’s giveaway – and many of you will recognize this old, old freebie from BOAF. Before you ask, I gave my copy away already and stupidly forgot to keep a scan or anything for myself. (Thumping forehead.) It’s such a simple pattern, I think I can stitch another from this, though. LOL.
The real world resumes for us tomorrow. Even if I can’t keep the relaxation and contentment I’ve enjoyed this week, I will be able to look back on it with happiness. I hope your upcoming week will be a great one!
I have promised my DH that I’ll stitch out of my stash for … well, a long time. And what would wrest such a promise from me? Well, it’s not 100% a done-deal, but by this time next week we will hopefully be the owners of a piece of land just outside of Machias, Maine. Hurray! And not just any piece, mind you, but one that’s steeped in 
I just found out yesterday and I’m still trying to decide what to do. It’s a huge disappointment, and I’ve gone around feeling like my brains must’ve leaked out my ears at some point without my noticing. The department head is checking out my options for me and will get back to me this week.
Of course there are changes brought on by time that aren’t nearly as endearing. Like calories and weight – my body seems to be under the impression that it needs to pack on the pounds for a winter hibernation or something and no amount of exercise seems to be able to pry that padding loose. Luckily, my freckles are too heavy for anyone to notice the crow’s feet and smile lines. LOL! I suppose eventually people will think they are age spots instead of freckles though, which isn’t a really happy thought. Or maybe they’ll get even closer together than they are now, and everyone will just think I have a really incredible tan. 
This weekend is going to be devoted to guilt-free stitching. I am pretty close to finishing my Valentine’s Exchange – after the dog gave me a serious fright by meeting me at the door, carrying the stitched linen in his mouth. Apparently his Labrador side took over, and thankfully he has a very ’soft mouth’ as they call it. No serious damage done. I also have a few other deadline pieces that I will clean up so I can begin the fun 
I’m just going over a few loose ends to tighten up my agenda – you know, make sure I haven’t overlooked any deadlines. You can’t imagine the look on my face or the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that I was supposed to have class last week and I didn’t go! I have it jotted down as beginning next weekend …. And I’m already so far behind that I stand little chance of passing the midterm. I’ve been holding the panic at bay by reminding myself that there is a second-chance exam in the spring and that I knew this may happen because I’d have two kids at home till February. Nicky starts school full time next month, and my study time should increase by a considerable amount. But still, it just makes me feel nauseous to realize I blew off a class without even realizing it.
