Saturday at the studio. Sometimes Saturdays are quiet. Today wasn't.
But it was still good.
Lots of company.
Good friends, good conversation.
In between, I worked on my towels. Ah, yes, still addicted.
I think she was having fun.
Maybe she is making coats for her recently shorn goats and sheep.
The apple tree in the back yard is dropping huge apples by the dozens. It smells like
vinegar, but Mr. Woodchuck is getting fat as a hog out there.
He ran off with a huge smashed apple in his mouth.....I bet he was taking it home to the kids.
I found some 10/2 variegated in my stash, and two of these towels are sold before they are even finished.
They are quite fetching, if I do say so myself. And I do.
It's good to be happy.
Or as Phil says on Duck Dynasty which has to be about the happiest thing I've seen on TV in a long time........"happy, happy, happy."
Outside, the little black cat that has been sneaking around is looking to come up on the porch to eat, if he can sneak by Next, who is adamant that he not do it.
Um, I think it's safe now.
Geesh, Louise. Put some shade on it.