It is time to say so long old friend

Well, we knew this day would come.

It is time to say goodbye to "The Couch that Mocks Me". And even though I have mocked you right back and have moaned your awkward, unflattering ways... you have served us well and taken it all in good humor. Perhaps we were too hard on you, or it could just be your time. You were quite willing to be dressed up and down, and bravely went on, so thanks.

Though you may be propped up with books and bits of firewood, your bench gone all kerplonkety and difficult to sit upon, your mechanics falling to pieces, your inners flopping out... we will take our time saying goodbye as careful thought must be put into selecting your replacement.

Your January clothes a little plain, but that's ok.

So long old friend, you will mock me no more.

Tis just the tiniest bit sad, but I will be brave.

Have a lovely weekend all!

The Couch that Mocks Me: A Retrospective

I threatened, now I follow through! A brief pictorial history of "The Couch that Mocks Me" From the early days to the present, a look at the many shades of mocking. You have been warned.

The couch in it's pure state, before I started to play dress up in an attempt to mellow it's mocking ways

Ah, the beginning, before the white walls!

And so it begins in earnest with the white walls and my collection of vintage sheets

Perhaps one of my favorite 'on the wall above the mockery' displays

So there you have it, a good and strange look into the life of such a sofa.
And this, this is only a small selection in the history of 'The Couch that Mocks Me'! What does the future hold? What guise will it take next? Will it continue to mock me? I do believe the answer to that is a most inevitable Yes!

We are off on a last Hoorah! before Summer ends and school begins! Have a wonderful weekend!

Lying Awake

I have a life long relationship with insomnia. My mother tells me that when I was just a wee thing, I would climb out of my cot, make my way to my parents bedroom at 2 o'clock in the morning and poke them awake with requests for play, stories and the like. As I got older I was called a "night owl", unable to sleep until the early hours of the morning. As an adult, I have passed in and out of days on end unable to quiet my brain from all the thoughts and wonderings. So still, sometimes my head spins and I can not sleep.

Just a sampling of what keeps me awake these days...

Will the sour dough starter work it's magic science and turn into the hoped for source of delicious breads and pancakes?

After ages of not buying any new fabric, have I gone over board with a rare obsession with Lily Ashbury - Trade Winds for Moda?

How long has it been since I made a quilt. Too long. What kind should I make; whole cloth, patchy, stripy? How big? How long will it take, what fabric? Oh my.

How shall I dress 'The Couch that Mocks Me'? It's time for a change, again. Perhaps I should do a blog post about it, a retrospective of The Mocking Couch!

Oh dear school is about to start, I should get those school supplies.
Where should we go on our last camping trip before summer is officially over?
What shall I do with all of the potatoes we dug up today?
Pancakes for breakfast?

How about you? Do you sleep quick and sure every night? Do you lie awake thinking and spinning? What keeps you awake?