After the severity of my last post (no severed-head pun intended), I thought I'd lighten the
'S Wonderful mood with a little between-the-sheets story and some sewing show-and-tell.
Excerpt from an actual conversation Mr. W and I had in bed the other night (for the record, we were clothed):
Me: I think something just hit me in the face. Did it fall out of your nose?
Mr. W: Uh, no pretty sure it didn't.
Me: Really? Because I could swear I felt something...
Mr. W: Nope. [Subtext: I am not the gross one in this relationship. If anyone is going to shoot nose floaters, it's you, Old Lady Washcloth Face.]
Me: Kinda makes me think of that time I fish-hooked your nostril with my pinky.
Mr. W: That was so funny!
Me: I think you just spit on my face.
Now I have to compose myself after rereading the fish-hook-nose blog. I had forgotten just how funny that was...Anyway...
There was another kind of pillow activity going on here last week after I bought some cushions at Home Goods for our fireplace hearth.
Fancy, aren't they?
My plan was to recover them in fabric I had left over from making pillows for our couch. And after much cursing and fumbling with my sewing machine, I reoriented myself with how to operate it and turned the cushions from green to gorge:
Now our guests will have two more comfortable options for resting their tooshies. Next, I'm going to sew myself a few handkerchiefs to keep in the nightstand drawer in case Mr. W continues to spit on my face in bed.