Spa Day
When the hair get cut after a month long of it growing, it feels oh so good. Couple that with a pedicure, truly sweet.
Yesterday there was some updating for Word Press that was needed. Kevin set up this blog quite a few years ago so my kids could keep track of what I have been doing and what I am up to in my daily life. Other than a short hiatus after my stroke, I have been fairly consistent. When Dennis and I are out and about and I will not put out a blog, I text Kevin so he knows there is nothing wrong that would have prevented me from having the written word published. I have no idea what setting up this blog entailed. I just remember what the admin of it, Kevin, has told me to do to be able to take photos, load photos, down-size photos and hopefully label them.
When we came home from our spa day, the kitchen’s aroma was welcoming. When I had had a doctor visit in Mankato last week, I purposely went to Wal-Mart to visit their meat department. I picked up a complete meal for our crockpot. Kevin’s had brought us a beef meal for Christmas and it blew my Betty Crocker apron right off of me. How handy to have veggies and meat contained ready to go. Today we are having a pork roast meal in the pot.
Yesterday’s mail brought me a new hand stitching hoop. The ones I had been using were from . . . a lot of times gone by. Stitching always goes smoother if the fabric is taut and the next hole that needs thread is easier to see. Good grief. I struggled to hoop up my fabric. Talk about a tight spring with which to hold the fabric. I walked away from it once and then by golly, try, try again. The fact that the new hoop was bright blue helped the determination. The old one is the pink one. I positioned it so I will have a fairly good area to stitch before I need to set the hoop again. I know we have a small pipe plier that I may find for continued success.
With that I take my leave. ♥