13 May - Maybe

Maybe:

It's Friday the 13th.

Blogger fixed it's issues.

I can get back on track to posting every day therefore.

I am finally feeling better.

I found someone to fixed the washer, so I don't have to drop the better part of a $20.00 bill at the Wash-a-teria again.

I will finish cutting out the new chemise and put the last hand stitching into my new costume for the Renaissance Faire whilst watching the Season Finale of Blue Bloods.

5 May - Maybe

Maybe I missed posting yesterday...

Maybe:

I will get my laundry done today.
I will get the packing finished for the weekend at the Heritage Fair at Fort Lupton, CO and the Kirkin' o' the Tartan at St. John's Cathedral in Denver.
I will sew the buttons on my new blouse.


It's the Revenge of the Fifth.
Happy Cinco de Mayo.
Good luck to Guy Grandison in in his first election today.

#84 of 365 - Really Happy Feet

I have been missing ONE of this pair of fraternal socks nearly all winter. I was sad about that and worrit that it had fallen behind the stacked washer and dryer when I used the top of the stack to lay out the drying sock collection back in December. The laundry set is in an alcove and therefore it's inaccessible by little ole me, as there is NO way I can move them out by me own self and Erin's is often too broken to ask for her help. Normally, I lay the collection out on a towel on the floor and let them dry there. However, when this one went missing, Erin's young man, Guy was here from the UK and my Da was also in town to meet him. It was the only place I could think of that was absolutely out of the way of anything. We have a teeny tiny townhouse and between Erin and I, we have TOO much stuff...

So, imagine if you would, both my dismay and delight when the washer and the dryer failed yesterday and I needed to dump out my laundry basket so Erin could cart a very wet load of laundry to the laundromat to get it dried. In the upending of my deep laundry basket, the missing sock miraculously appeared. Since we are having snow, yet again, my feet are glad of the wash and wear warmth of my Encore Scrap Socks. Also in the picture, my oldest pair of clogs, which I will be very unhappy to see go when they finally shuffle off this mortal coil, as it were. I am thinking that they are going on their 25th year of service. So, I certainly have gotten my money's worth, don't ya think? I just spent $20.00 on repairing them, so who knows, maybe I'll another 25 years out of them, if I live that long?