While at the Chuck Wagon Cafe in Medina, Texas, I got out my smart phone and photographed a few things.
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Lately I’ve been in the mood to create fabric postcards. I forgot to photograph the first one I recently mailed. Here’s is the second: a purple poodle postcard I mailed to Judy.
Here I’ve painted the muslin with fabric paints.
Now it is stitched out.
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This last photo is the reverse side. I cover this up with an index card used for the mailing address and my message. The muslin and Peltex start out as 4.5 x 6.5 inches. After I finish sewing, I cut them down to 4 x 6 inches to match the index card. I zig-zag around the edges, securing some cording and the index card.
I attach a First Class postage stamp to it (it’s thicker than the one-layer postcards so it needs more postage), take it to the USPS, stand in line, and have them hand-cancel it. I put it in a clear plastic mailing envelope (not required, but it keeps the postcard from getting anything on it in transit), hand it over, and they mail it.
Sometimes advertising really works on me. When I saw this Star Wars rolling pin, I really, really wanted one. As I checked it out online, I saw the teasers about “Maybe you’d also be interested in …” and there was the Labrador Retriever rolling pin. Yes! Yes, I am interested.
I bought both. Don’t care that I gave up baking years ago.
This is our back door. (Ahem.) We’ve always had dogs (Labrador Retrievers and some mixed breed rescues) and over the years a few of them figured out how to let us know they were ready to come back inside: they scratched the door. Scratched it right down to the metal that started to rust. Dogs are quick to pick up habits that favor them and this one did. They scratched, I opened the door. Who says I’m not trainable?
Thursday is for doors over at Norm 2.0. (The doors I usually post are a lot cleaner than this one. Oh, well.)
Abby likes to sleep on her back with her feet up in the air. It doesn’t look comfortable to me, but what do I know. I try to sneak up on her for a photograph but no matter how quiet I think I am, she hears me and turns over. Here she is stretching, after one of my failed efforts at being really, really quiet.
It's a long story ... 