Let me start by saying,
"I hate bats!"
Scared to death of them.
Give me any other critter in the house.
Mice, Rats, Snakes, Spiders, Squirrels, Chipmunks.
Many of which I have experienced,
but we won't go there.
Nothing freaks me out more than a bat.
Hummingbirds are a close second.
So the other morning when
JWS comes out of the basement,
which looks like a recent episode of Hoarders,
to gently inform me that we have a bat in the basement.
I varnish, do laundry and make coffee in the basement.
I know, the coffee is weird also.
But needless to say,
none of the above have happened in the last three days.
As I sit here now,
I am waiting for JWS to go down and make the coffee.
I think he is toying with me.
There's more to the story.
Did a little painting (above) the other day.
Cleaned my office at work yesterday and found this.
I knew I had it,
it was buried.
I want to display something in it.
And found some white wool yesterday.
Have to get it washed....
refer back to the bat story.
I had a doctor's appt, so I slid into the mall
looking for a coat
the most amazing sale!
Lots of sweaters over 70% off.
So, in a stash busting move last night, I worked on these hangers.
They are so nice for sweaters and so easy to do.
A mild moment of panic.
I have been working on this penny rug for a couple of months.
On and off.
Two nights ago,
I laid it out and realized that I had not cut enough red.
Sweating, I ran up the steps to my sewing room to dig through
I had just enough!