Well, you could see my new “sit-yourself-down-places” if I had not put afghans on them. But, trust me on this please: I think the afghans are better because you don’t feel as if you are sitting on  very large chocolate bar.

Jeez . . . couldn’t keep stuff off of it even for a picture. This is not a real afghan; I am not sure what it is. It is homemade and looks like a combo of needlepoint, crocheting and knitting and it is very thick. I have at time considered using it as a rug.
Does it have a story? Of course it does. The day after I returned from burying my father in Kingman Fraternal Cemetery in February of 2000, I woke up just wanting to do something – anything. While catching up on some old newspapers, I saw an ad for an auction later that morning. On the spur of the moment, I went. My feet were getting cold through my leather soles on the concrete floor and then
the auctioneer’s assistant brought this out and my winning bid was eight dollars. E-I-G-H-T.
I hot-footed it out of there and came home with my treasure and now I’m stretched out on it.
Now for the loveseat:

These are GoodWill afghans – two to three dollars a piece. They make it nice for Shane, and I like the harvest colors – cozy hues for days that are getting shorter.