This is Fezzik

As you can tell the fence isn't that much taller than him, but he hasn't figured that out yet.

He has figured out how to open one of the gates. Thankfully a lot of us were out in the backyard when he did it the first time.

There was a boy in the park and Fezzik was barking like crazy at him. He can't stand it when someone is out there.

All of a sudden he ran to the gate, stuck his nose to the bottom and shoved it open.

I almost had a heart attack. He took off after the kid at a full gallop, barking his head off.

Can you imagine looking up and having that charging at you whole hog?

Of course, the kid started running. I started yelling (or screeching) for him to not run.

And I couldn't believe it. The boy stood still! With THAT bearing down on him!

Fezzik didn't know what to do. He was so confused. The boy wasn't playing the game right.


I got to the kid and apologized profusely. He just smiled and said that Fezzik was a smart dog like his dog.

So glad he felt that way.

I'm still in shock he listened to me, a total stranger, and stood still. That took a lot of courage. I think I would have been looking for a big stick if something was coming at me like that.

And, he is right. Fezzik is a smart dog. And sneaky. And obnoxious. And smelly. And loving. Sometimes too loving. Obnoxiously loving. Ask Corinn's boyfriend, Micah. Fezzik loves Micah. A lot. Fezzik thinks they're bosom buddies. Micah's not so sure. Especially when Fezzik is at his smelliest.





Now, these two rotten creatures were saying, "We had nothing to do with this! See, we didn't go chasing after the boy! We're the goods ones!"

HA! None of us are fooled. We all know you just didn't move fast enough this time.

Upcycled t-shirt becomes ruffles for a blah skirt

I've been working on a little project and finished it yesterday. It's tied to my crazy shopping post.

This is what has emerged:


















It began with a denim skirt that I've had a million years or so. Not sure if I got it at Goodwill or if it was a hand-me-down. It was very plain. So...
I took an Archie comic book from the 70's and scanned a couple of the pages, flipped the images and made iron-on transfers. Then I hand stitched around the images. I didn't really care if the comics were readable. I like the worn look they have. There is also no rhyme or reason in the order I put them on. If you tried to read the story you would get confused.













I placed comic panels on the down the front and three panels on the left bottom part of the skirt.
Yes, I'm wearing TOMS. I love my TOMS.

Now, the skirt has a front slit that wasn't too high, but it was awkward to sit in. It just seemed if I wasn't on constant watch it would gap in very annoying ways. Or, at least, annoying for me. Maybe the men around me really liked the slit. Anyway, this is what I did:














I upcycled a red Pine Cove Ranch t-shirt that had seen better days by cutting a panel and hand stitching six ruffles onto it. Then I hand stitched the panel into the skirt.








The dentist recognized it as the project I was working on last week when Callie had her visit and a lady in the waiting room really liked it. Callie explained to both of them that the ruffles were made out of an old t-shirt.






And that fuzzy thing below the ruffles. That's not my hairy leg, that's Dog Henry, not to be confused with Nephew Henry. Nephew Henry, not to be confused with Dog Henry, is going through a "I will NOT use the big potty!" phase. His parents are THRILLED!

It was a fun project. I only stabbed myself a few times. Twice in the lip. I know, it doesn't make any sense. It would have been faster and safer to do it all on the machine, but I like hand stitching and I can do it anywhere. On the train, in my living room, at the dentist, at a meeting, at my mom's, etc...You get the picture.