I believe my love for a certain bonkers
structure edifice here in Nashville is rather well documented. That said, I was up extra early this morning — thanks, Alice! — and, in an uncharacteristic fit of Monday-morning-this-week-will-be-different optimism, decided to set out for a walk.
After all, at a little after 7 in the a.m. it was still bearable outside. But only just.
So, good morning, Parthenon!
And now, I’m back home enjoying my coffee, feeling quite smugly pleased with myself.
In other news: stitchery!
Treat yo self, um, 2012! That is for my sister … who — perhaps foolishly? — once casually mentioned that she’d like one of those subversive cross stitch pieces. (Have I already told you that? Probably. Sorry.) Obviously, I said: “Treat yo self!” It’s a pattern, available here, just in case you’re also in the mood.
“This is not Love and Hip Hop — you need to get it together, okay?” has become a go-to mantra for a friend and me. (See: here, around the :50 mark.) What better way to welcome her back to Nashville? Also, this is where I learned that I don’t like figuring out letter spacing or charting … so, it’s totally worth buying a pattern to do it for you (when available, of course). I’ve still got a border to add — which I started late last night — and I’m dubious about placement. We shall see. Sigh.
Finally, Alice has been taking it easy. I love her little snoozing face.