100 Happy Days #15
Perhaps it’s cheating to have my “happy days” photo be from a few months back–but I’ll defend myself by saying that I found these pictures today–and I smiled because they were just so much fun. Here’s the deal~
I came upstairs one morning a while back and found that Miss Chompy had lined up every pony, every Strawberry Shortcake person, every Carebear and well…every single mythical, magical creature that she could get her hands on…
not just on the banister, but on the chairs and across the floor. I took as many pictures as I could, but the best shots that explain it all–didn’t turn out. (My camera skills are somewhat lacking…still)
When I asked the girlie what was up with all her critter friends she looked at me like I had a blue face and said,
“Wellllll, Grammy–they’re in a big long line…
to see Princess Celestia.
And they’re going to have to wait a long, long time…
because she talks a lot.”
My kinda gal.
100 Happy Days #12
I know, I know…I’m in the middle of the other project…about a million “other projects” if the truth were known. But it felt lovely to pack up the pieces of the Stained Glass afghan to work on while I was visiting my far away boy and his wife. It is, after all, for them. So they didn’t think I’d forgotten to do it altogether, I brought the evidence, and worked on it for hours and hours. When does anybody ever get to do that? It was pure heaven, I tell you.
It made me calm and peaceful…
and oh, so happy.
100 Happy Days #6
What would a list of happiness be without a picture of my dear, sweet, silly old three legged cat…hmmmm? This sturdy fellow has had a pretty tough old life. As a matter of fact, this guy has been a fighter since he was very young–quite literally–whopping great, big, mean cats out of our yard and sometimes neighborhood, not to mention the dogs, three times his size that are sorry they ever met him. He’s come home with cuts and scrapes and even a completely broken tail one time. He’s been shot with a bebe gun more times than I care to think about–(an angry post that shall forever remain unwritten) and has several nicks in his ears and scars on his head to prove it. He was kidnapped–no, I’m not kidding–and taken nearly 50 miles away and after 9 days, found his way back to us–terrifically skinny and scarred up, but happily home. Then, last year, as you may know, he broke his back leg and was so brave about it, that we didn’t even know for a month. Eventually, he lost that leg, but sincerely–if you saw him, you’d swear he had no idea it was even gone. He’s gained weight since and his coat is thick and shiny again as if he were a youngster…but he’s not.
He has followed me around since he was a kitten and still seems to be happy enough just sitting a few inches away from me–no matter where I am. This very minute, he is laying dangerously close to the office chair I’m typing in, completely content to stay until I go upstairs. He’ll come with me, I know.
I’m pretty sure, this little kitty is the dearest, most loyal, non-judgemental friend I have ever had. I love him so much.
Please, just live forever, Beany.
Could you do that?
It would make me so happy.
100 Happy Days #5
At it again, I’m afraid.
This pattern–that you may remember from a few weeks back, was just too much fun.
It’s the perfect pattern to work in front of a movie or to ease a few more rows in before bedtime.
So soothing and nice that I actually offered to make one for my sweet little expectant niece. Yep…offered.
She wanted a cool, springy mint color for this little girlie who was due in three weeks.
Well, I finally finished it the other night and folded it up to wait.
She must have heard that her soft, fluffy blankie was ready and decided to come try it out.
New sweetheart–born just yesterday. Welcome, little one.
Makes us all very happy indeed.
100 Happy Days #2
Years ago, when my girlies were younger, they wore all kinds of pony tails–up, down, one, two, and side ways. Finally there came a day when they just didn’t use all the kid stuff to hold all that hair back, but for some reason, I just couldn’t part with the beads. I’ve kept them in a pretty jar with a bright pink lid, for years and years.
Now, to my delight, Miss Chompy can think of nothing better than to sit for an hour and string the beads to make a “beautiful necklace for Grammy.”
If only it would fit over my big old head.
A bracelet, perhaps?
Either way…it makes me happy.