A Smile On My Face

My dear friend Amy showed up at my door today with this lovely bunch of delicate little tulips.

Hearing a knock on my door, but not expecting anyone, I opened it and there she stood. She stepped in, thrust them at me, hugged me & away she went! What a breath of fresh air ~ the tulips AND the friend!

Thanks Amy!

The pretty square coffee pitcher was a Christmas gift I bought myself {I know ~ rather naughty!... but it WAS on sale... HONEST!} Don't you just love it?! Now you KNOW I had to HAVE it.

The cute little ducks, which Gabby sat and played with off & on all day, were another gift to self a few years ago. I found them in a hospital gift shop. I guess really the idea is to purchase something for the patient, but since I was there that day for a mammogram {or something utterly pleasant~I don't REALLY remember exactly what}, I decided I was the patient and, therefore, must have a little something! So, they found their way home with me. That was before there was a Gabby and now I am especially glad I bought them because she loves them so much.

Phoebe is another thing she loves so much. The two of them are partners in crime who keep this Grammy on her toes all day long. But they're so darn CUTE together that they get away with pretty much anything. No matter how long the day has been, their antics and Gabby's giggles send me off to bed with a smile on my face and a thankful heart!

The Scene of the Crime {otherwise known as Miss Phoebe in the Kitchen with the Knitting Needles}

While Gabby was finally napping yesterday afternoon, I picked up my knitting to finish the roses for the poncho I'm STILL working on. When I reached the point of being ready to bind off 90 stitches for the last flower, I laid everything down on my kitchen table and left the room for about 5 minutes. During that time Chelsea went out the back door to leave for school but had forgotten to do something in the kitchen and returned for a brief moment. From the other room I said another goodbye to her. Upon my return to the kitchen {now known as "the scene of the crime"}, I found Phoebe wanting to "help" me along with my project. Apparently even SHE realizes I'm taking too long with this one! Now~ I had to ask myself, "How did a long bodied, short legged fur pants get ahold of something that I KNOW I left on the table? I looked around for an accomplice, but... alas, there was no cat in sight, and as I mentioned before, Gabby was sleeping. Without wasting too much time thinking about it {I AM a blonde after all}, I confiscated {which the dictionary says means: to take or seize by AUTHORITY} the stolen articles, returning them back to the kitchen table.

Then {still being a blonde}, I left the kitchen again, without thinking it might be a good idea to investigate the scene of the crime for anything else that might be out of place. {You'll never see me on CSI!}. This time it was approximately 10 minutes before my return to THE KITCHEN. At which time I discovered the before said THIEF {little Miss Phoebe} EATING MY READING GLASSES! This time, as cute as it was, grabbing the camera was NOT my first thought. Instead I made a lunge for the glasses and Phoebe, thinking it was all a great game at this point, held firm to her looted bounty! After some struggle ensued I {being the one in AUTHORITY} won the battle. However, the victory was a short lived one... you guessed it... I'm off to Vintage Optical here in town today to replace the reading glasses. And ~ doggone ~ those were my favorite little "rose colored glasses". They're still somewhat usable, if I don't mind puppy teeth marks in the lenses and being scratched half to death on the side of the head when I put them on and they pull half my hair out! The problem is, I've always had perfect eyesight but I got over that about the same time I got over being 40. Now I must have these little cheaters if I want to actually SEE what I'm knitting.

By the way, to solve the crime at last, I finally figured out that when Chelsea returned to the kitchen momentarily, she must have knocked my knitting and glasses onto the floor in her haste to get back out of the house, because sitting there on the chair, where I had been sitting before the whole crime occurred, was the diaper bag from her car. {Once again~ Blondie didn't notice that until the last minute!} Therefore, you see, it wasn't Phoebe's fault after all. It was Chelsea's. This makes Phoebe feel MUCH better about the whole thing. Now she can put the unpleasant episode behind her... until the next misunderstanding takes place.