Do you hear what I hear?

Said the little lamb to the crocheter's boy,
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the night, crocheter's boy,
Do you hear what I hear
A wedding bell, high above the trees
If she doesn't get going, she'll be one late "CrochetWithDee" 

Have you ever gotten a tune stuck in your head, but the words changed?  This happens to me quite a bit.  I was driving to pick my daughter up from school today and for some apparently reason I started to sing Christmas tunes.  Not softly, as one who cannot sing should, but loud -- nearly from the tree tops.  I know people heard me, but I was in my "zone" enjoying thoughts of snow on this hot day.

But when the song changed to the words above, it got down-right frightful!  I stayed up late last night working on the Bridal Amulet bag.  It's nearly done.  I'm working on crocheting a rose with a blue & white cameo in the middle, and I will add two beaded leaves to it.  This will sit on the pull string for the bag and be the "center piece" for the project.  Then, it's just a matter of tucking in the ends.  Of course, since I'm working in thead, it takes longer to see "bigger results."

So the countdown for my nephew's & niece-to-be's wedding continues ... Father's Day is when I will see her again.  This gives me about 12 more days ...

I picked up a pillow form and pretty "rose" stamped satin, and white ribbon today.  I think I'll try to come up with my own pattern for the ring barrier's pillow -- I've got ideas already formulating and if I don't address them, then it's a night's sleep out the window.

I'll also use some of the fabric, since I purchased extra, to line the freeform money bag I'm also working on. 

Twelve days.

Said the crocheter's boy to the little lamb ,
Do you smell what I smell
Drifting towards the right, little lamb,
Do you smell what I smell
A scent of fear urging her to get in gear
or at their wedding, she'll be sitting in the rear.

Yeah, or she'll be sitting in,
sitting in the rearrrr!