Almost There

 I realized that I still had a bunch of details to add to the Elizabethan Rose before I sewed the petals on.

So I did.

There are supposed to be spangles on the gold framework but I looked at the photo of the finished piece and decided I didn't like them, so I left them off.

And then I was arranging the petals and decided I have a couple that are a little cattywampus--obviously the ones I did first--and I think I have enough thread to re-do them--so I may try that before this is finally stitched completely.

Meanwhile, today I think I'll work on Carmen a little bit. I ripped back to the mistake so I'm set to go. 

We come now to the end of the stitching part of this blog. We are now moving on to the latest Domestic Situation. If you are only interested in needlework, you can stop now.

Dearly Beloved has added a new snoring pattern to his repertoire.

He has several snores.n (And, yes, he has had several sleep studies and sleeps with a CPAP machine.)

The first and most common is the snort-and-snuffle snore. It is not unlike the sound a bear makes when it's rooting around for food in unsecured trash cans or Yogi Bear's pick-a-nick baskets. Or vehicles. There are reels and reels of reels showing bears destroying cars, vans, SUVs, and trucks in search of the food within. Generally that involves the partial PBandJ and string cheese the 7 year-old left in the side pocket of the back seat.

There are also reels and reels of reels of bears getting into and out of hammocks. If you need a chuckle, I highly recommend.

I digress.

The second is a sort of putt-putt sound that involves some lip action. It sounds a little like the old outboard on the fishing boat on the pond at your great-uncle's place. 

Then there is the major snore. It's a little like hearing a train from a distance, heading toward you and getting louder as it approaches--this is the inhale--and then diminishing as it passes by--this is the exhale. This one is loud and seems to last forever--quite frankly, Pavarotti would envy the breath control of this one.

And, last night, he added a new one.

It's a cross between a whistle and a kazoo.

He uttered it right next to my ear. It was very high-pitched. I hope to regain hearing in that ear as the day progresses.

And I wonder why I wake up in the middle of the night.