Was scurrying around yesterday, trying to cram everything in to one day, when it dawned on me, "I don't have to do that." So I will be having the roast biff today, and call it a Boxing Day dinner.
Was channeling my Inner Grandma for this table set-up, and I've decided she lives by the sea. Brought out the crocheted doilies, as well as more flea market finds: the plates, the lustreware egg nog cups, the pink-edged linen napkins, the small gold-edged tea cups.
Breakfast table, set with some Flea Market treasures that I've showed in the past -- the tablecloth ($1 find from this past summer), and the Tom & Jerry glasses (smaller of the 2), which will hold the all-important EGGNOG.
Another needle-felted family saying to show. Want to classify some of these into "NO" pillows, instead of "THROW" pillows. (See what I did there?)
This saying came about when one of my nieces (then aged 5 or 6?) was learning to swim, and was asking family members if they wanted to watch her doggy-paddle. She was met with agreeable, enthusiastic responses from the adults, but THEN she asked her 2-years-younger brother.
He said, "Sure." Then, with the deadpan, droll delivery that only a 3-year-old can muster, he followed with, "Sure means no."
Now when one gives a less-than-joyous "sure" to a request, this saying rears its head.
I used roving to needlefelt this time, instead of using thick/thin yarn. It took longer to build up the letterforms, but, eh, so what? The wet-felted side balls have been couched.