Borders on......check. Dog on.....check.
As soon as I get the camera out, Mazey goes into "pose" mode. I always take pictures of my quilts draped over this old sled, and she knows it's time to have her picture taken. Her golden hair blends in perfectly.
Today is backing day.....my least favorite part of making a quilt. I will most likely use the leftovers, cut them all up and stitch them all back together in a scrappy back. Mazey loves backing day because she will roll around on the fabrics so carefully arranged on the floor.
We just got a dusting of snow in the night. The deck looks like the angels sifted powdered sugar from the heavens. We aren't going to have to dig our way out today. I can probably use a broom on the driveway.
We had another load of wood delivered the other day. The young man said he would stack it for us for an additional fee. I guess he thought we didn't look robust enough to carry all of the wood down the hill to the cabin. We declined his offer, although it was a fair price. By the time we finished, our hill looked more like Mt. Everest every time I went back up to put another few pieces of wood in my carrier. Mr. Joe manhandles the wheelbarrow. He likes to think he's Paul Bunyon. I guess that makes me Babe, his trusty blue ox.
Speaking of being a "babe".....I got my hair cut yesterday......all of them......very, VERY short. I guess I forgot to mention to my new hairdresser that I didn't want my hair shorter than my husband's. I guess I also forgot to mention that I didn't want to be able to see my scalp. I guess I also forgot to mention that I would prefer to look like a woman.....not Babe the Blue Ox. I also learned not to get my hair cut short when the temps dip into the low 30's.....my ears are cold. Maybe this new "do" will grow on me.....literally.