I had enough squares to make a 16” x 16” pillow, larger than I thought. The method of leaving tails to sew each square to the next did not work out for me. I don’t know if I did it wrong or what, but that was the method used in the pattern. It was not explained any further than that. I ended up weaving them in and cutting them off yesterday. I’ll just have to sew them together the regular way with one color of yarn.
Now back to the Zen…or not Zen:
This is a little Zen Garden that I bought many many years ago for the Captain’s office. It’s been in the box ever since…until now. He decided to take it out the other night.
HIM: Did you see my Zen Garden?
HIM: Go look at it. It’s in front of my computer.
(Several minutes later…)
ME: It’s very nice, Honey!
HIM: Yeah, well, it’s not very Zen!
HIM: I spent two hours trying to get it like I wanted it. I kept raking it and rearranging the rocks and the design, and then I’d decide it wasn’t exactly right and shake it back and forth and mess it up and start over. It took me TWO HOURS to do that! I was not very Zen when I finished…I was pissed off and anxious!
Ha-ha-ha! So yeah, The Garden of Not Zen.
Some of you have asked about Eli. Of course he is still here. I made him sit in the dog bed while I took his picture. You can tell by the look on his face that he thought he was in trouble. He’s appealing to his Daddy in this picture. He is gay for Daddy. He’s Daddy’s butt-dangler dingle-berry. Wherever Daddy is, there you will find Eli. Daddy would never allow Eli to be banished from this house. He hates to admit it, but Daddy loves Eli just as much as Eli loves him. (“Daddy” is The Captain in case you were wondering.)
Speaking of Not Zen…
As you can see, I survived the outing last night. It’s (almost) never as bad as I think it will be once I get there. Don’t get me wrong. I was glad when it was time to come home, but I had nothing to fear. Nobody stared at me or screamed any of the below things when I walked in the door:
1. “Wow, you really got FAT!”
2. “Why are you wearing GREEN toenail polish? You are not 16 anymore, ya know!”
3. “I can see your nipples through that bra!”
4. “You are really looking OLD! Are you going to get plastic surgery?”
5. “Look everybody! She missed a patch of hair on her ankle when she was shaving!”
6. “Eww, gross! You have a big booger hanging out of your nose.”
7. “Would you like a breath mint?”
8. “You look tired! Did you just wake up?”
And on and on and on. These are the things I think about and worry about. I’m pretty sure no one would SAY those things, but I’m positive they are thinking them and will talk about me when I leave! Insecure and paranoid much, Pam? Welcome to life in my head.