I've never fancied myself a dog
person. In fact i would probably say I was anti-dog...that is until two
days ago. I just didn't appreciate the smell, the shedding, and the
mouths on the big ones scare the hell out of me. But two days ago I met
this little girl, and I forgot about everything I didn't like about
dogs, and began to realize there are some things I actually really like
about dogs, in fact love.
Meet Clementine, or Clemmy as we call her:
She is the first dog I have ever owned, and lucky for me she is a quiet
little cuddle-bug. Clemmy a pure-bred beagle. Now I promise not to turn
this into a blog full of endless animal pictures. I really don't want
to see a hundred pictures of someone else's cat or dog, and I don't
expect anyone to want to see a ton of mine either. Clemmy will appear
from time to time, but not everytime.
Besides being very focused on the dog (and comps), I have been worrying quite frequently about the sad state of these pillows:
They are a gift from my mother. They were made from an old crazy quilt
my mother had hanging up when I was a little girl. I love them and feel
very sentimental about them. I think most of the fabric pieces come
from silk scarves. The material is old and very fragile. Soon many of
my favorite pieces will be gone completely. To keep from forgetting
what they looked like I have taken some close-ups.
Here are two for your viewing pleasure:
Finally the porch is getting closer to completion. We live on the third
floor, and the second floor is almost done. Yippee! Spring planting
here I come.