I Am VERRRY Late!

Oops! I have been otherwise engaged most of the day. What with the class work and Wednesday Witches mini meeting, I have not done much else.

The world is getting smaller by the day. Joan, one of the WWs. was telling us about her latest trip back to New Orleans a couple of weeks ago. She told me that, while she was there talking to a friend, June Von Dullen, my name came up. I guess she asked Joan if she was acquainted with Casey Rice. Joan said that she was my friend and the lady started talking about this blog and how she reads it all the time..... Hi June, if you are reading this. I am happy that you like the blog. Thanks for reading.

I am almost done with the prototypes. The meeting is tomorrow morning at nine. I have locked Tessie in her cage so that I can get some serious work done tonight. Don't worry. She has Friskie and a Ouija board for company. She should be fine for a few hours. Actually, I think she is enjoying it. I just heard her ask the Ouija board when Casey was going to stop being a grouch. The Ouija board answered "Tomorrow she should be fine." Tessie is smart. She has settled in for the night.

Now. To keep you busy until tomorrow, I am sending you to look at all of the yummy workshops for the Tom Bishop show 201o. There are lots of wonderful things to drool over. http://www.bishopshow.com/workshopschedule. I will be back tomorrow as close to normal as I ever am......No remarks about how un-normal I usually am. I am fine.....Honest......Perfectly normal....Most of the time....Sometimes.....Once in a while......

See you tomorrow.

Musical Chairs.....

I am still messing around with prototypes for the classes. I am afraid that it is going to be boring until after Thursday morning when we finalize things. Please hang in there. I promise I will get back to the good stuff after that.

Tessie got the mess from the pies cleaned up all by herself. When I looked in on her she was fuming about me not telling her that she couldn't make pumpkin pies with the ones that she stole. At least she remembered that she could use a spell to clean up the mess, so I didn't have to do it.

It seems that the apron has the power to make her want to work.....I am not sure how I did that, but I am going to have to see if I can repeat the action.

She came in when I was cutting the wood for the wicker furniture and "helped" by sitting on top of the saw and telling me what to do. Mookie was right behind her, egging her on. Or maybe he just wanted food.

Anyway, the first wicker chair turned out fine, but it had way too many twists and turns to explain to a bunch of people trying to do it. I needed to tweak it here and there.

Rather than tear that chair apart, I opted to begin again at the beginning so that I could write it all down. I can't show you the new one. It isn't finished. I can show you the old one........If I can get Tessie out of it. She took it over as soon as I started the new one.

She has been sitting there all day. She makes suggestions, very strong ones, on how to make the new one. Never mind that she has no idea how to make a wicker anything. She just thinks that her two cents will make anything better. She's not helping a lot.

She uses the wire cutters for a foot rest. Every time I need them, I have to ask permission to use them. At that point, she heaves a heavy sigh and daintily lifts her feet. She sits there impatiently, waiting for me to put them back under the feet that she is holding up in the air. Heaven forbid that her feet would have to touch the lap desk where I work.

I finally got her out of the chair by asking her to get me more wire. Now you can take a look at it.

As she came back she said,"You do have more of that cloth, don't you? I am going to have to have more for the curtains."

Why did I automatically ask, "What curtains?...." When will I learn?

"For the sun room in Spiderwort Manor of course! I will need a matching settee and a tea table. The tea table will be skirted, so it will need a tablecloth and some napkins of co ordinated fabric. Maybe a stripe or a check?"

The last I saw of her, she was knee deep in one of the fabric drawers. Material was flying in every direction. I heard a low growl....."There had better be more yellow....."

I certainly hope that there is more yellow. I don't want to have to tell her there isn't.....Would you?

See you tomorrow.