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We have a winner! Corinne guessed #3! Please email me your full name and mailing address and I'll post your prize on Monday! Congrats!
Stay tuned on Monday to guess and win another hot off the press design!
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 Christmas Candles is on linen and is 23" long. How about a bunch of candles to light up this dreary day! I don't know what it's like in your neck of the woods but here it's raining cats, dogs and a few horses. At least that's how it sounded as it t pounded on my roof this morning; hell bent on washing away the shingles! Not a nice day to be out and about, but a great time to stay in and hook!
This weather can get a girl down and they say that misery loves company but I beg to differ because I'm still feeling pretty darn lucky and want to pass it on! So today is another draw. Congrats to Sandra Sampson for winning the last pattern. Once again my chosen number is from 1 - 50. Just so you know there isn't any corruption in the selection process, I tell my secret pick to my friend Sue. By the end of the day whoever hits it on the head or comes close will win this delightful little Christmas stocking, hot off the drawing table this morning. My eyes are still a fraction off for typing but seems perfect good for drawing so I'm going to whip off several more and offer a free design next Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! So if you want to play maybe it will pay...be the first to guess the number and wait for your new pattern to arrive! I think Christmas in June is apropos. We're at the half way mark in the year and the perfect time to hook projects for the season. Why wait until the snow flies to think about Christmas, and then panic to complete the gifts and decorations for the holidays? That time of the year is busy enough without added stress. Christmas Candles is the perfect stocking for the mature kid. This design has old fashioned appeal with the candle holder and who doesn't love the gorgeous poinsettia? They can be hooked in fabulous reds or for the Victorian look, burgundies and pinks. A present for a loved one or to yourself, this is a gift that will keep on giving as it hangs on the mantel for Santa to fill with Christmas goodies. P.S. This has been a great learning experience for me......reading the comments how other women have suffered similar problems with menopause. It makes me feel less anxious! Thanks for sharing! I see the number was guessed....it was 33! The winner of the Giddyup design is Sandra Sampson!
Congrats and thank-you for all your kind words and well wishes! Sandra, please email your mailing address.  First off I would like to thank-you for the well wishes. I'm better, not 100% but well on my way to forgetting the past week. I spent Tuesday in the hospital hooked up to machines after a nasty fright the evening before. I have a stethoscope for the pups and checked out my heart and nearly fainted. I’d been feeling sort of floaty all day at work and kept thinking it was my blood sugar levels but every time I checked it was bang on. There was a bit of fluttering in the breast area that seemed to go with the weakness and when I got home I listened to my heart and it was singing badly out of tune, tone deaf and all over the place. Every couple of beats it would stop and then start up again, it would go 4 beats skip, 5 beats skip, 2 beats skip, 10 beats skip, 3 beats skip and so on. I thought for sure I’d be dead by morning and was alone at the time so I called 811 for the plan of action. So they took all of my information and I checked my blood pressure (I have a machine) while we chatted on the phone and that was high due to the stress but they told me that I should just rest quietly through the night, not to exert myself and see someone in the morning. Oh, and don’t drive a car. So now I’m feeling sort of better that they don't think I'm going to go code blue but still anxious that my heart keeps jumping around like a one legged dancer. So after a fitful night, my doctor tells me to go straight to emergency and they take me immediately and slap the electrodes on, this time very discreetly behind a pulled curtain with a Johnny shirt to cover the parts. I stay there for almost four hours, falling in and out of sleep to make up for the lost hours the might be fore. It isn’t easy relaxing and falling asleep when you fear not waking up. Finally I could relax...I figured if I keeled over, the hospital was a pretty good place to be. So the diagnosis? Go home you’re fine. Apparently menopause is not a woman’s friend. A skipping heart is more the norm than not. So I’ve traded one curse for another in this cruel cycle of nature. I somehow managed to skip the hot flashes and the night sweats and took a hit to the ticker instead. I think I’d rather sweat my way into old age, stuff with the life pump seems far worse than a bit of perspiration. Every cloud has that silver lining so I found out my blood pressure is perfect and everything else checked out rather well so I guess I’ll enjoy a few more years. As for the migraine I’m hoping that was a one off. I’ve swilled enough water in the past week to float the kidneys and that seems to help with the headaches. My eyes are still not 100% but improving daily. At least I can look at a screen without discomfort so I’m back at the blog table. I never do anything half way, it’s go big or go home so my first, and hopefully my last, migraine was a doozy. I’m feeling rather frisky today, getting that second wind, that new lease on life and happy to be back in the blogging saddle. Maybe it’s good to have a fright every now and then to appreciate the life you lead and the blessings counted. A little shake-up to put that zip back in the step and I must say, the lilacs in my yard have never smelled sweeter! So I am going to offer a free pattern to the lucky person who guesses the number in my head. If no one hits it by the end of the day I’ll take the closest number to it. It’s a number from 1 – 50. The first person who guesses the correct number gets this new, hot off the press pattern mailed to them. Click the “comment” on the blog page to leave your vote. Good luck!  Sorry gals....my eyes are still not right and I don't want to push myself any longer than working days. Evenings I rest, eyes closed and horizontal. Every day is an improvement though. I hope to be right as rain soon! I know one thing....no coffee for a week! I just can't help myself....I need to share. My yard wafts of the sweet scent of summer. Lilacs, a perfume that teases the olfactory for a couple of weeks every year with it's heavenly bouquet. Of course I love the purple ones best, a feast for the eye as well as the nose, but I think the white ones are just as lovely, elegant and regal, reminding me of nuptials and weddings and all things pure and good. Although I love them on the tree, I always pick some and bring their potency inside. It soothes me like a warm, sudsy bath, transporting me back to childhood days and the grove of trees dripping with clusters of flowers that I played among. The lilac tree will always remind me of childhood, a door to the past always open. They remind me of my mother but for different reasons. She never liked them. Argued they smelled way too strong and were too full of bugs. But when I picked her little bouquets she would put them in a vase because they were a gift from me. My mother always disliked lilacs in the house because in her time they were used for funerals. Years ago the recently departed were laid out in the parlour and the heady scent of lilacs mingled with the pong of death, so they always brought negative memories to the front. I am so thankful I can enjoy the precious lilac without sad memories to taint them; so happy to welcome them into my home like an old friend. So pretty, so sweet, so utterly divine.  Hi all. Since that migraine last week I haven't been able to see properly. It changed my eyes and starring at the computer screen is uncomfortable, like looking through a mother of pearl haze. My glasses prescription no longer works and the only way to see up close is to put my nose high in the air and look out of the bottom of the lens. Not very comfortable. I'm trying to get an appointment to see my doctor to find out what might be happening. I'll keep you posted. Scary times!
 My little peanut pulled through surgery with flying colours. All that worry for nothing but what am I if not a worrier? My dad would be proud I’ve carried the torch. He was the worry master, the hallmark card for the negative. He believed in Murphy’s law…"anything that can go wrong, will go wrong"…this was our childhood mantra. Everything, at any given moment, no matter how innocuous was about to maim, cut or kill us. He, the master warrior would save us with his worldly knowledge of such things. After years of being pummeled with what could rip the limbs from our bodies, I’m surprised I’m capable of leaving the house. If environment and genetics dictate your habits of a lifetime, I should be a Agoraphobic in the worst way. So I survived in spite of it and I don’t mind taking a chance or two but the residual worry creeps in when it comes to my babies. I’m always on the alert for danger ahead. Who knows how many disasters I’ve averted through constant diligence and a scoping eye? It would be nice to be the water off the back type but I think that is a gift at birth. You can’t grow a thick skin just because the desire is there. Suppressing all the angst to cover it with a carefree sheath would be a Band-Aid fix. The least bit of rough sea and it would lose its stick. So I have my little pack back together and I’m a happy woman. Little Jake wants to cuddle and lay his healing body next to mine and I’m in mommy heaven. He’s such a gentle little guy and sweet. He woke up pretty quickly after the surgery and was crying for me. The chap that was installing the door chimes showed up so I couldn’t leave the store early and was late picking the little guy up. He cried for three hours straight, until he heard my voice on the other side of the counter. All I could think was, you poor people. Jake is special. He likes me in his line of vision at all times. I’m not happy about this because I don’t think it’s healthy, and I haven’t promoted it but after five poodles I know they come with different personalities and this is just one of his quirks. All my other dogs are fine, Louis, the one who died was like that too, maybe it’s a boy thing? So life will go on for a few weeks and then it will be Henri’s turn at the snip, more worry for sure. So yesterday was a bit of a “ruff” day on all accounts. It seems I’ve been struck down with a pesky little sickness. I suppose it’s an illness, there’s pain and suffering and a pill to fix it. For some reason, out of the blue, I’ve been hit with migraines. It first happened just the other night while watching TV and my eyes starting going blurry and out of focus. I couldn’t see the face of the person but all the surrounding areas. Shortly after a headaches started to skirt across my brain, putting my head in a gigantic vice. I complained that I must be getting something, like a cold or flu. I never get headaches, mostly because I’m a big water drinker, keeping my mind and body hydrated so a headache has no place to park. Then it happened again yesterday at the shop. I started seeing flashing lights like a kaleidoscope and then a few minutes later the headache hit like a freight train. I’m still hoping it's something I ate and it will leave my system as quickly as it invaded. I just got rid of the big monthly curse and figure the remaining years would be smooth sailing, except for all the old age stuff like dementia and organ breakdown so I don’t look forward to another curse at this point in my life. I’ve been doing research on the internet and it seems change in diet is one of the causes. Being a diabetic I pretty much stick to my homemade things and deviate very little but with company over the past couple of weeks I was throwing down a lot of different things. The heat and stress can be a factor. Worrying about my pup was a big concern. Busy at work implementing new things, my gardens are piling up with four foot weeds. This heat is devastating for me. I swell like a ballpark frank and feel positively awful. So now I might be a person with migraines. Just another stumbling block when I’m too busy to have such things. So I’m wearing shades to work today and I’m feeling all mysterious. I’m sporting a sexy pair of Fitovers, a great little invention of sunglasses worn over regular glasses. They cover the front and side for more darkening. I bought them from the shopping channel a while back, drawn in by the sales pitch and was surprised that they did exactly what they said they would. Truth in advertising is usually a misnomer but this time I was pleased that my money was well spent! Tonight I am going to bed early and plan to sleep all day on Sunday. When I come out the other end I hope to feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Maybe it’s a lofty dream, I am getting older and there are changes after the “change” but I can hope can’t I?  |
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