Okay, first of all I have the pictures for my shoo-fly tutorial ready to load, I just need to write the instructions, but look for it this weekend.
With my husband off from work, I have been spending more time with him and have had less time to squeeze in my regular posting. For instance, yesterday we went out to Cabela’s, the huge hunting/fishing/camping store so he could look for new work boots. If you have never been to a Cabela’s store before, it really is quite something. Taxidermy everywhere, a fresh water aquarium, and even a restaurant. I am not by any stretch of the imagination an outdoorsy person. Camping strikes me as an unnecessary hardship. Cabela’s was filled with items that could prepare me for an experience I don’t necessarily want and hope to never have. I am probably in the minority on this, but then again, I have lots of unpopular ideas.
For instance, I would not at all be opposed if perfume-wearing was banned in public places. Now don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate many smells; our home contains a few scented candles, and fruity soaps and lotions inhabit my cabinets. But when working with the public you come across many people who embrace the “more is better” philosophy when it comes to applying cologne, without regard to those of us who will be sent into a succession of sneezing fits, followed by an itchy throat, and ultimately manifesting in swollen red eyes, and a nose that won’t stop running. I loathe shaking hands with these people, and am terrified when they reach out to hug me. This would be a terribly unpopular idea, and I know this because I also would have also been in favor of banning cell phones in certain places and we all know how that went.
They say there is no love like a mother’s love, but as the years go by I tend to disagree. There are an abundance of cases where the true love that cannot be equaled is that of a grandmother. Maybe it is because they have fewer of those moments of child training challenges than parents do, and get to enjoy more leisure time with them, but most grandparents really really REALLY love their grandchildren. This is a concept that would be unpopular with parents, but more popular with their parents.
I also have a vastly unpopular and oft-challenged belief that it can be as much of a blessing to be an only child as it can be to have one sibling, ten, or twenty.
But like I said, I have lots of unpopular ideas.
To Do this weekend:
Hem a dress
Clean the bathroom
Fill the bird feeders