I bet you thought I was going to talk about something totally different, right?
But no raving about rotten apples. Even though one comes to mind immediately.
I have apple trees and pear trees at the studio, right in the back yard. And there are so many on the ground, that it smells like a cider mill out there. There are loads of drunken bees buzzing around.
I borrowed this wonderful apple picker from the good fairy when she was here helping me the other day.
Using it was not as easy as I thought.
It might have been easier if I hadn't had my camera in the other hand.
Even though Sydney is instrumental in holding this placemat still for me while I tie the fringe, it is still not all that helpful. It is very hard not to tie the tail in with the fringe.
As soon as I put Sydney down, Jinx took her place.
I wove sock rugs all day, trying to free up a loom for an order.
They are lovely pastel colors, and they are wicked thick and soft.
My granddaughter went to kindergarten yesterday. First day. Last evening, her mom, my daughter, asked what was the first thing she did in school. Since it is a Catholic school, Ava said that the first thing she did was to tell God that she loved Him.
My son in law, who has an interesting sense of humor, asked her " Did God say he was really glad you came to school, and did he tell you to do all your work in school, and be a very good girl?"
Showing no surprise whatever, she answered, "No, that didn't happen today. But I sure hope it happens TOMORROW."
She reminds me very much of my youngest daughter.
One day we were having lunch with my best friend. She was talking about her husband, in a very kind way, and saying that it was interesting to her that as men get older, they bulk up around the middle, while their legs get skinnier.
Morgan, who was about 7, piped up. "Well, ya know Gayle, once you're a pickle, you can never be a cucumber again."