I'm finally tatting something I can show you.
I didn't say I had finished it, did I? Sorry.
I'm following Sharren's lead and tatting Mary Konior's Mark My Words, a cross bookmark from A Pattern Book of Tatting. It's being tatted in Lizbeth Springtime size 20. I've decided to tat crosses for all the ladies in my Sunday School class, and this makes a good start. It's not a huge class, and I'll only need to tat 7 crosses.
We had a lot of wind here this weekend, and some of the spring blossoms were disturbed.
Here is proof of what a nursery man I know says, "There are only two types of Bradford Pear trees: those that have split, and those that are going to." This is a neighbor's unfortunate tree, now split. I have no Bradford Pears in my yard for this reason. I saw several other trees that split after the heavy winds this weekend.
The daffodils in front of my office are lovely, don't you think?
In other news, Curly is working again. He's working with a friend of DH's, a buddy who's a straight arrow & an ex-Marine. Carl is working on the road with Curly, having him put in 12 hour shifts. Curly was gone all this week until Saturday night, and is to be back out on the road again on Tuesday. He's worn out, and that's a good thing. Keeps him out of trouble. I'm hoping he will save some of his money. But employment is good!
Not so good news for Moe. We were notified yesterday that Moe did not make it into the local IB program. We are all pretty disappointed and trying to figure out what to do, because the school he's districted for (we've been re-districted) is bad news. And there is no money for private school. We'll figure something out, or figure out a way to make the best of a bad situation.
I promise to have some crosses to show you next time...
UPDATED: I have become what I have sneered at.
9 hours ago