Tuesday, August 23, 2011
My little friends
I am seldom alone when I'm at home. No, my kids aren't little ... I have a son who is 21, and a daughter, who is 17. They periodically will come visit with me when I'm sewing; they'll pull a chair up and sit down and chat for a little bit. My husband steers clear of the room, and usually stays downstairs and just hollers up when he wants something. He doesn't understand what goes on in that sewing room. Like I said yesterday, the room is pretty small, and I can usually be assured that I'm not alone in there ... if I look, Charlie is usually wedged in between a wall and a small space. Charlie is my 70 pound rottweiler/labrador mix ... he is my baby, and my kids will tell you that I love him more than them. It's not true ... but what can I say, Charlie doesn't talk back! He is also always so happy to see me, and he can always be found wherever I am. It's a pretty cool thing actually, and one of the reasons I love him so much. But today was so hot (we don't have air conditioning in most of the house), that he was laying outside the sewing room door.