Sunday Musings ~ Woe is me…..

Have had a REAL yucky couple of days ~

been passing a kidney stone the size of Texas…

(my body likes to manufacture them)

so I've been dealing with that pain and a fever ~ 

I think it passed but it has left a painful trail along it's route.

copious amounts of Advil and water have been consumed in the meantime.

THEN I decided to open up the farmhouse windows to let in a bit of fresh air ~

{{ it has been SO hot & humid, that our AC has been going non-stop }}

In our dining room, there is one window.

Above it, on a huge nail, hangs an early oak child's chair in dry blue paint.

Well I went to open the window, which usually sticks since these are OLD windows…

and I put a little too much effort into opening…

 and BANG! 

Down came the oaken chair,

on my nose

and mouth 

(since I was looking up)

for a moment I had no clue as to what had just happened 

and saw these pretty, little twinkly-things floating around ~

….when I realized that the chair had come down and hit me, 

I cupped my hands over my face and let out a howl

(that most of you reading this probably heard, so yeah…that was me)

Poor Peter came running and when I took my hands away from my face

 I asked him if I had broken my nose…

he just looked at me with wide brown eyes!!!

then i thought "my teeth! my TEETH!"

and checked them to see if

#1 they were still there

#2 they were still intact

#3 if I could move them.

(they are fine, but numb…)

my nose on the other had, now lilts to the right, 

and is a muted shade of greenish/red

oh, and big.

(nope I will not show you & I don't care how many times you ask.)

After that excitement,

and after I regained some feeling in my face from the icepack ~

I needed to rest a bit ~ remember, I just gave birth to a kidney-stone.

I was feeling better 

when Peter came into the house 

yelling that Roxy (our lab) has a stick stuck in her mouth…

so up I get, off I hobble and out I go to poor Roxy, 

who is as wide-open and full-throttle as any black lab adolescent should be.

we wrestled her down and I opened her mouth to find a twig had become lodge up-against the roof of her mouth, crossing it from back molar to back molar.

Yay. What Fun.

Trying to get that out of there was like trying to herd a cat.

….just wasn't gonna happen.

but, thankfully with a little coaxing and a treat-or-three,

it popped out, leaving her bewildered and the roof of her mouth sore…

…welcome to my world Roxy!

Ok, 'nuff of that nonsense.

I have been working on a couple of dolls and things for the show ~

in between everything else

{ya think}

so here are a few pretty snaps

to erase any of the visualizations that may be still stuck in your heads 

from my above-mentioned happenings.

love my model 31 Pfaff Treadle machine!

waiting to come to life ~

shoes and folks

my favorite scissors ;)

sew pretty

Hoping you are all enjoying a peaceful, non-eventful Sunday afternoon my Friends!!

* Blessed be *

 Lori