And Sherry this is for you!

I almost forgot to post about the Ben Franklin store I visited in Kingsport Sunday. I've never been to one before and boy, my eyeballs almost fell out!

Here is the "ribbon aisle". I've included Raymond in there for scale.










Then I proceeded to take pictures all over the store so I could "browse" at my leisure on the way back home. The cash-register girl said she could see flashes happening all over the store.

They had lots and lots of beady things.....








And lots of other goodies! This is the knitting notions wall. Yes, Virginia, they had shuttles, too! And tatting needles for the needle-y folk, and also books and tapes from Handy Hands! Yay, Barbara Foster!






Alert - tatting content ahead! (Don't faint!)

Here is a little fluttery I started in the spring and haven't finished yet. He's made with the Dutch Needle Tatting technique per To De-Haan Van Beek in Kleurrijk frivolité (translated to English as New Dimensions in Tatting, published by Lacis). If you don't have that book, I highly recommend it. It's value for the eyecandy alone makes it well worth it. I always have a dozen ideas whenever I browse that book. Ah, inspiration!

I need to give the poor fellow another wing and a better body. After I do that he gets a little outline of black. Then he can flutter away!









Oh - this was a sign in Ben Franklin's. I thought it was pretty funny!

Sherry tells me I'm sorely due for a Buhlawg update....This is young Coleman 8 1/2 weeks later....He's a whopping 14 lbs. and some odd ounces. Baby and mama are doing just fine. I just love babies! Sigh.

I've been working on tatting, tatting and tatting, but don't really have anything to show presently. I've mostly been working on things for Tat Days. It'll be here before you know it!







We've been having lots of late spring/early summer storms. I took these snapshots from my office at work. This was one incredible storm. I wish the pictures could better convey the sheer size of the storm clouds. They were beyond huge.




































I snapped this one on my way to work day before yesterday. It was foggy and the sun was rising. The light was bouncing off the mirrored windows of this building and shooting those incredible rays of light through the fog. Whoa.

Bliss!

I promised an update on yesterday's time-killer.

Guess what's in the garbage bag?



Give up? Try for a whole bunch o' bows! I elected to use tulle as it can be brought back to life easily and thus more easily transported that ribbon-type bows. We're having a little awards thing at work and don't have much of a budget for decorations and such.





Some of us had the "bright" idea to make paper flowers. It will take at least six months for my fingers to get un-sticky from handling so much floral tape. When will I remember to apply lotion to my hands before diving into the stuff? Anyway, here are the last of what we needed.









And with it being Mother's Day and all, I had to keep a couple for Mattie.

Okay - This isn't tatting again.....

but I had to finish these guys for my sister, April's, school play. They did Annie Get Your Gun and April needed some prop ducks and medals. This is what I came up with.








I was stumped as to what to use for medals. At about 3:30 in the morning I came up with this idea. I'll see how long it takes you to guess where I found the basis.



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Don't ask why I have that many jar lids in my house. I'm a tatter, remember? We all collect* small, sparkly, shiny things.

Here's little Bertie Wooster with his eyes opened. He displays an uncanny ability to focus for one so young. At least that's what his grandmama says.





After while I'll post pictures of today's timekiller. Hint: My fingers will never recover from being this sticky. Heh.

He's beautiful, and I'd definitely claim him as my own!

However, Janie, I believe it may be frowned upon a bit by the mommy and daddy - This is my niece's baby. So that makes this little one my great-nephew. He's my third thus far.

I'm wondering what they'll really name little Bertie. Hmmmm.

Here's another picture. I know I'm prejudiced, but isn't he purty?!?






Heather and John have just got to be beside themselves. I'm thrilled for them.

The baby is here!

He arrived late Friday evening. He doesn't yet have a name, but he certainly has presence at 8 lbs. 14 oz. and 21 inches in length. For now we're referring to him as little Bertie Wooster.

I can just catch that fresh baby smell, can't you? Mother and baby doing just fine.

Well, Mattie was distressed that I posted her little video here in my little corner of paradise. I've removed it for now, and I hope those of you who got to see it enjoyed the rare bird that is my mother.

She makes me crazy. ;-)

Now you know I come by my insanity honestly.

In penance I post pictures of my yard. Hope, these are for your enjoyment. Spring where the tulips grow.








This is the lilac bush in the backyard.






I love the sky this time of year.




Trees. This is the hill where my dad is buried. Good Old Dagwood is looking down his nose upon all of South Knoxville. He was the one who always told us, "Look at the sky!"

A little story in pictures titled, "It's a work in progress."