Monday Bunday

I thought about going out today to the LNS, to the paint store, to Macy's for some socks. But I didn't. I hung out with Buckaroo and stitched instead. The light was pouring into the family room, which made it perfect for seeing a project done in 40 ct.

This is Midsummer Night Designs' "Peaceful Paradise," which I've been working on for a while and had put away because I was weary of it. Now it seems fresh again.

The design was not charted with this black bunny; I filled in a picture of my dear bunny, who died about a year ago, Bunnyman. I changed the color of the cat sitting next to him to look like Martha, our best-ever tabby, who hopefully is looking after the Bunnyman in heaven.

This is the section I'm working on--lots and lots of words. Sort of tedious, but not as tedious as my job.

Late in the afternoon I was tired of the little voice in my head urging me to go outside for a good walk. Do you have a naggy voice like that? Jeez, it wouldn't leave me alone, so out I went. It's cold, and I walked fast, so now I'm sort of sleepy. Something tells me I won't be stitching until 2 a.m. as I have the last two nights. I came home via the hill above my house, through the back yard and past the garden, which I'm planning to enlarge this year. Once inside, I got out the seed catalogues and started to put together an order.

Pink and Elvis, conferring. What a couple of bums!