Yes, I know it's September 11th and I should be posting something serious and somber but I'm sitting here with a mellow Golden and I've had three days of quiet stitching time all to myself and I don't feel serious or somber at this particular moment which, I may add, is still officially September 10th as I write this.
What I want to talk about, respectfully speaking, is dishcloths and how I picked up some new to me cheapo dish cotton and some cheapo needles at AC Moore's yesterday and how much I am really liking using both. The cotton is soft and much easier on the hands than the regular stuff, which I still love for its usefulness. I see it's got some acrylic in it so the verdict is still out on how well it'll do its job once it gets wet.
I'd also like to share my new beaded ornament stitching project that I brought along for the doggiecation. That's Arctic Santa in his spiffy Icelandic sweater with his trusty sheep. I think they are both adorable.
As for 9/11, I thought a long time about trying to say something meaningful or inspirational but I couldn't come up with anything. We really need to invent a whole new language that deals with it and all the senseless acts that have followed. The words and ideas that I know just don't work anymore.