Spooky

Today was spent putting up a few fall/Halloween displays outside.  I have to admit, part of the reason I did this was because our neighbor always has cute fall stuff up out by the road and I needed to compete.  This scarecrow is out by our mailbox for the enjoyment of the huge number of people who drive past our house every day - oh wait, I live on a dead-end gravel road.  So that would be 6 people including myself. 

Bean and Boba requested tombstones this year, so I set a few of the cheapy ones up from Wal-Mart in our side yard.  Guess what?  Cheapy ones from Wal-Mart don't stand up very well and need rocks to hold them upright.  I'm guessing the next gust of wind will find them up in a tree somewhere.  They are awfully cute, though:

Wanna know what else is spooky?  My to-do list.  Cripes, I'm breaking into a cold sweat just thinking about it.  I have to make:

Gift for nephew (due Friday)

20 bean bags for party favors (due in 2 weeks)

30 needlefelted fried eggs (due Nov. 19)

This isn't counting Christmas stuff I should be starting on now, pajama pants for the kiddos, the rest of the crocheted fruits/veggies for a friend's son, and baby stuff for the newbie.  Ehhh....I'll play Scarlett O'Hara and just think of it tomorrow.

I finished (and The Mister framed) the first redwork piece for the bathroom over the weekend:

Crap.  The other two pieces need to be added to the to-do list as well.  At least embroidery goes quickly.

I don't think I'm going to have time this year to do any fall crafting, so I'm trying to content my urge with displaying this felted table runner I made last year:

And no, in case you're wondering, it was not supposed to have rippled edges.  Just another example of me screwing up a project.  I kinda like the effect though, so I kept it (that and I'm too lazy to make another one).

An aside:  The other day a woman about my own age told me that I had a beautiful belly.  She was very sweet and emphatic about it.  I've been getting a lot of similar compliments lately.  I'm pretty average-looking, so it's not often (ok, NEVER) that a stranger tells me that anything on my body is cute, let alone beautiful.  I told The Mister that the self-esteem boost is just too good to give up.  My plan is to wear one of those pregnancy pillow-thingys after I give birth so that I can continue to glean compliments from everyone around me.  I'll have the pregnancy compliments without the accompanying swollen feet and fatigue.  Rock on, I say, rock on.