Portland, Oregon: Another quiet week around this blog. It isn't quite quiet around here, but just a little sad after a wonderful five days with DT's college roommates. As soon as they left, and the house was set right again, we dove-right-back-in with our purging and home repair projects.
Lisa's closet cleaning left me with a stack of report cards. To scan or not to scan? Still deciding. They are all the same in elementary school: meets/exceeds all subjects... and all the same in high school: A's and a few B's. Unless Our Dear Girl is due to be appointed to the Supreme Court, I can't see these marks will ever be needed or questioned. Lisa also found many more photos to send to the professional scanner dude. Will it ever end?
I am down to just a few more projects to finish-up before we head south again. Yes, it's that time again. Yeah! The leaves are turning, the weather is turning. I am anxious to return to the desert.
Speaking of the desert, there were many needlepoint canvases stitched over last winter while we were relaxing in Indio. We also had a lot of friends having babies, which obviously requires a lot of stitching. (As Lisa always says: There is nothing children enjoy more than needlepoint!)
I should just shred all her junk.
So here are more photos of needlepointed pillows that have recently been delivered to their new homes. I find the "just right" canvas and fiber, do the stitching, choose the fabric/trim, then send my projects off to a wonderfully talented woman for finishing. She creates beautiful pillows from my simple stitches.


And now onto the nursery. So many babies this year!




There are new canvases to be stitched this winter while in Indio, and I am anxious to begin new projects.
Until my next update, I remain, your callused-fingered correspondent.