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Friday, May 05, 2006

Sleeping Class Dog and Spring Table

Every spring, I feel like I've been put to sleep. It's just the bod adjusting to the warmer weather, I know, but the yawning has really gotta stop! If I went outside, I'd surely drop to the grass and be asleep in minutes. Cups of tea don't help and I actually think about taking naps, and I'm NOT a nap person. Where's all my Aries spring energy? It's abandoned me - I could just as well be the dog, for all I'm getting done!:



The only thing keeping me awake are these bitsy baby sweaters I've been making lately. They don't overwhelm like adult sweaters, tho I have one I want to start ASAP - so I can wear it to my son's master's graduation at the end of May. But at a cropped 17", just 37" at the bust, and 3/4 sleeves, it should be done in no time, AND use only 7-ish, 2-oz hanks of my cashmere yarn.

It might also help if anyone was actually conversing on the lists today, but it's Friday, which is only beat by Saturday, for its lack of list conversation. So, hardly any emails have come in all day long. Puts me into withdrawal, like having to live without morning coffee. So, I'm slogging through today, feeling guilty for not being more productive, and wishing I could just, as Cher says "Snap out of it!"

We lowered the price on the house a lot and am hoping there will be a mad rush of returnee lookers because of it. So yesterday, I changed out the winter dining room look, with it's wine-colored damask tablecloth and dried hydrangeas in a big vase to a white cloth with small blue embroidered scandinavian cloth overlay at the center. Then I set the table with my Winterling Bavarian rosebud china over deeper red-patterned Currier and Ives plates, with linen napkins and my mixed set of sterling silverware collected from umpteen estate sales. In the center of the table is my depression glass pitcher which I use as a vase, filled with freshly-cut lilacs - newly bloomed. Well, a picture is worth a thousand words, but I love words better. Picture below anyway!

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