GREAT EXPECTATIONS...

I had such great expectations for this past weekend but it read itself out like the opening line of a Dickens novel, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. That pretty much sums up how the weekend went. Friday was the best of times even though Handy Hubby ended up needing to work instead of taking off as planned. I spent the entire day with my best friend celebrating her birthday. We hung out in the studio for a bit, went out for a fabulous lunch, my treat, hit Hobby Lobby, and then closed down the flea markets. The evening was spent lovin' up on grand-babies.Then Saturday rolled around and it was the worst of times. First off our UTV/ATV ride got canceled because Handy Hubby's best friend needed some help, which was really fine. Next we got news that one of our distant family members, who was like a brother to my mom, had passed away. Then the granddaddy of all migraines decided to visit me, which left me completely immobile in a dark room all day.Sunday arrived with spring-like weather, all sunshine and warmth and I was still sidelined. I was able to come out of my cave and relocate to the sofa where flipped on the TV with eyes closed against the glare while listening to Pollyanna on TV. I pretended it was the olden days and I was listening to radio.By mid-afternoon when I was sufficiently medicated enough to open my eyes and sit up straight so I ventured outside to get a look at the Spring Beauties peppering the lawn where a flock of robins hopped about. The fresh air cleared my foggy head a bit and I was able to go into the studio and finish up a project. I wasn't able to putter for very long, so much for great expectations!

I hope to have a little something pretty to share with you next post. Have a magnificent Monday!

Blessings,
Miss Sandy