Getting the house ready for a last-minute family get-together is a strange thing. I mean, it’s family. They already know about all the crazy habits and hobbies I’m going to try to hide while I’m cleaning the house.

They already know I have more craft paraphernalia than any other ten women. (Hey, it’s my job!) They know that I have never outgrown my love of games. (I blame my uncle for this; we may be related by marriage, but osmosis was at work or something when I was born ’cause I get it from him. Though, mine is more video and his is more card. Still.) And they know about my fabric hoard and my craft book collection my love of books and my Toot and Puddle collection and my cookie jars and my white pitchers and my strange reluctance to throw away Ikea and Coldwater Creek catalogs.

So why bother to try to hide all that if they know? Maybe they forgot.

So I shoved everything away like a mad woman and hoped no one would look under the bed or lean against the hall closet door too hard; that sucker was packed tight and could blow at the slightest provocation.

And then there are the spiders… we have a spider problem in this neighborhood. I find and destroy spiderwebs daily inside the house. When I don’t move the car for a few days, there will be webs all over it, too. If I head outside, I have to keep a lookout or I’ll walk into a web. They’re not the poisonous kind that bite, but they are scary nonetheless. The entire week leading up to the get-together I worried about the spiders freaking some kid out.

So the family came and I dithered thinking about all the stuff I hid. I tried to be cool and calm about finding a dead spider on the hearth when the house was at its fullest and busiest.

At some point I forgot about the hidden messes and the dead spiders and the dry lunch meat. I just enjoyed my family.

All in all the family shindig Saturday turned out great. Very little politicking. No blood spilling (though that prospect was a bit chancy at one point). Lots of laughing.

Vacation, Interrupted

Alternate Title: In which Bulwer-Lytton smiles.

It was a dark and stormy night, which is not a promising beginning to the tale I am about to inflict upon you; thunder boomed, clouds rolled, rail fell, lightning flashed – it is this lightning, I think, that is the villain of this story, having most egregiously zapped my computer (third hand, slow, temperamental, but wondrously full of fabric designs unseen, most notably my Snowman collection for Winter 13/14) into a complete and utter death from which it could not be resurrected, not even in the mode that is safe.


Last week was supposed to be a vacation: My mother and I planned to go to our friend Abigail’s cabin in North Carolina for a few days. (Isn’t Abigail wonderful?) Two days before we were scheduled to leave, my computer died. Like I wrote above (assuming you waded through the purple prose), an electrical surge zapped it.

Well, I work from home on my computer; there was little choice but to replace it immediately. So I ordered a new one that night after the storm. Even though the computer will be paid off in installments, there is no way I could do a vacation and a computer, not in the same year. This isn’t 2005, you know.

The next morning, we discovered another reason for canceling the mini-vacation – the rain caused a mud slide in the back yard. Oy. The less said of that, the better.

This week will be better: fabric will be designed; bed scarf will be quilted; bathroom will be painted; pictures will be taken; and posts will be published. All this is, of course, assuming I can stop accidentally hitting the stinkin’ caps lock on this new keyboard. ARGHHHHH!!!11!!!1!!!