Making it Work

I moved things in the kitchen as much out of the way as possible so I could baste the quilt on the floor today. 

When I was a kid, my dad would shampoo the living room carpeting every once in awhile, and somehow all our furniture managed to get squeezed into the tiny dining room for a day or two while things dried.  One year the Olympics were on TV during that time, and I remember watching them perched on top of something that was perched on top of something else.  This reminded me of that, but nowhere near as tight a squeeze.

This made just enough room for the quilt.  I am standing in the doorway to take this picture.  It's a small kitchen.  The quilt is a full size, not even a queen.

But mission accomplished with the basting.  Yay!

Norm brought the mail in from the box at noon.  "Your contacts are here.  Try them on!"

He was more excited than I was, but when I put them in, he was less impressed.  I think he was hoping they'd be creepier.  Me too, actually.  Maybe I should have gotten the red ones.

Anyway, they're fairly comfortable and I can see well, so that's good.

This is my normal eye color, dark blue.  Or somewhat hungry "vegetarian" vamp?  Nah, not dark enough.

And here is with the contacts.  "I have been hunting."  Pretty subtle.  They do make my irises look larger though.

It's not easy taking photos of your own eyes.  The mirror shots = Fail.  I am starting to get silly here.

Finally I turned the camera around to where I could see the viewfinder in the mirror.  Duh.  That worked.