Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Stranger

I am the "Stranger."  At least I am one where my own home, my own bed is concerned.  I should include my blog in that, too.  Strange, or, not, it feels great to be here.  Sleeping in my own bed, finding my pottie in the night, hearing snoring next to me....Heavenly.  O.k., so the snoring is not so Heavenly, or so strange-- Brandy helps out in that department most of the time.  Just having Tom next to me is about as perfect as it gets.

 I spent most of yesterday with a power tool in my hand.  Get your mind out of the bedroom,  it was a Leaf Blower, my friends.  Remember, Tom was home when I got here.   The yard was sooo neglected.  Brandy and I even got up on the roof and cleaned the gutters.  Now, I feel like I was run over by a truck!

Guess what I discovered while we were in Vegas?  Anyone remember I mentioned ages ago that I was working on fabric designs for a sewing machine company's new luggage?  Well, that luggage was introduced at convention that same week we were at Las Vegas.  The "secret" company is Baby Lock and I am so honored and pleased.  As soon as I can figure out how to get images off my email, I will post hem.

Thanks for the unbelievable support.


  1. Glad to see a post from you; I was starting to worry. Hooray on the luggage! Can't wait to see pics.

  2. you've simply disappeared from the face of the earth. Hope all is well.

  3. I have written you snail mail, I have blogged here, I have tried to telephone you ...all with no response. I miss you

  4. I am quite worried that we have heard nothing from Dianne. So many (awful) things running through my head! I hope she and her family are all OK and just really busy.

  5. I am going to try to contact her husband - do not want to come across as some kind of crazy internet stalker but I really am concerned about her total silence