I'll start with the tiny needle work--this is about 75 or 80% done.
The tree is done with two different colors of blue, and the 'sky' has multiple blues.
Luckily it wasn't brutally hot this weekend so the stuff we planned to do got done. I had already shared with you the EXCITEMENT of the blown-in bark, which was blown in quickly and nicely and required minimal sprinkling to tamp it down in place. Now, from the street, we look like normal people live here. Tim also stained the front steps (we have wide steps that open up to the top of our yard, which has a lovely butterfly bush in it) so those are done for the year.
Probably my bigger accomplishment, though, was my start at Marie Kondo-ing all my stuff here. Living on the coast this summer has made it pretty clear we have too much stuff, and I was kind of itching to get going on seeing what sparked joy.
Let's pause. I have often rolled my eyes at the phrase 'spark joy.' But I do want to tell you I found the phrase really, really useful. There were two items of clothing in particular that I kind of liked, and hesitated over whether to put them in the Goodwill bags so put them aside, and after putting them in-taking them out I decided joy was not being sparked.
And lordy, the effluvia.Empty jewelry boxes. Pennies. Extra buttons from clothes long ago thrown out. Buttons from brew pubs. Straight pins. At least a dozen pairs of black tights with runs or holes. Mismatched white socks. Mismatched knitted socks. Clothing tags. And on and on. I threw out two big bags of junk and had three huge bags of clothes to go to Goodwill. I Marie Kondo-ed my closet, my dresser and under the bed.
I don't know about you, but under the bed has been a no-man's land around here. NO MORE my friends, NO MORE.
Finally, we set up our SimpliSafe system. Now that we're taking Jessie to the coast, we don't have someone coming in every day to check to make sure things are OK, and this gives us a little bit more confidence that the house is OK. So far so good.
Multi media entertainment
We watched the third episode of Endeavor, and I'm liking it a lot this season. Can someone remind me why Mrs. Friday is pissed off at Fred Friday? (Thanks to Lora, who knew the answer, and also that his name is Thursday not Friday).
We also watched another Midsomer Murder, which I kind of love because it is goofy and easy to follow.
I read a book called "The Secrets of Paper and Ink" which is the kind of book I like--it is about books, it goes back and forth in time, it features relatable women. It got a bit preachy at the end and it dragged on a bit too long, but if you want a pretty easy entertaining read, consider that one.
One of the weekend highlights was meeting Ann and Mike at Cioppino House for dinner. I had Cioppino. Because that is what one does there.