So what does a snow day mean to me.....beauty, silence, big pot of soup, and.....wait for it........crafting all the day long. Yeah! Yes, I have done the obligatory cleaning and making of beds and I have started a big pot of potato soup. Now don't get excited, it is not from scratch. It is a mix to be doctored up with bacon, sour cream and cheese. I look forward to a side salad and a steaming bowl when I take my dinner break later today.
I am not sure what I will get into today but after that War and Peace missive of a post of my last post - and I applaud all the diehards that lasted through that post in its entirely - I forgot to share Miss Mary Mack! She was my last finished for 2016. I have plans to finish her as a pillow with a flanged edge....but we all know that sometimes what I envision does not always turn out as it was in my minds eye. She was stitched in R & R's 28 count Winter Bran with WDW Molasses, pattern by La-D-Da.
"Miss Mary Mack, Mack Mack,
All dressed in black, black, black,
With silver button, button, buttons,
All down her back, back, back.
She asked her mother, mother, mother,
For first cents, cents, cents,
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants,
Jump over the fence, fence, fence.
They jumped so high, high, high,
They touched the sky, sky, sky,
And didn't come back, back, back
Until the 4th of July, July July."
Also there was another big project I started in 2016 that I didn't share. This is something I have been contemplating and been advised against by professionals for several years. But I took the plunge and started the process. Intrigued? LOL......I stopped dying my hair last June or July. Of course a hairdresser is going to advise me against it. I am letting the gray grow in and I like it. The long months of a technicolor mane of hair are behind me. I am about maybe a haircut or so from getting the last bits of dye cut off. In my little pea brain I choose to view it as natural frosting. Maybe it was turning the big 6 0. Or it was seeing pix of friends on their boat sharing his catch of the day and noticing how gray he has become that got me thinking why do guys look distiquished or sexy with gray hair and women don't. I can tell you it is very liberating. If I was any good at taking a selfie that look more like me and less like some sort of big eyed alien head looking like a dazed deer in the headlights, I would share the color.
Enjoy your day whatever you decide to do. Hopefully I will have something more than a tale of cleaning, sorting and purging stash to share for my day o' crafting. Life is good. Happy week everyone!