The verse is: Love God with all your soul and strength,/With all your heart and mind;/And love your neighbor as yourself;/Be faithful, just and kind./Elizabeth Mary Gandey. Aged 8 years.
Dear Elizabeth was only 8 years old when she stitched the original sampler in fine wools on linen. She did not date her sampler, but I'd put it in the 1830-1840 range. I purchased the original on eBay UK for around $75.00 about a year and a half ago. Elizabeth would be proud to know that her sampler is going to bring a lot of you some stitching joy. You can order the chart from me now, and my distributors will soon have it, so you can encourage your shops to order it in as well.
I also know a lot of you have been anxious to see our latest kittens we are fostering. I will divulge that I purchased a new toy last weekend -- a Nikon DX3100 camera. I'm still learning to use it, but this should allow me to take much better pictures for my site, blog and graphs.
Here, first, is Chi. She is almost 8 weeks old, which means we will soon have her spayed and put her up for adoption through the shelter. She has grown a lot this last six weeks, and her personality is even cuter than she is. Chi (which means "life energy") loves to cuddle, play, and will let you hold her upside down like a baby to pet her belly. She's smart and sweet, and we will miss her.
Next is Soba, Chi's brother. He's named for the noodle, which is an inexpensive fast-food typically eaten in Japan. He's so small, but thinks he's very big. Huge personality -- social, confident, talkative. Everyone is moaning and groaning that he will soon be gone, too. He's got a special place in our hearts.
Below is Dot. A local professor found her in his backyard four weeks ago with three other kittens, two of which did not survive. He put the call out on our shelter's Facebook page, and I begged and pleaded for the shelter to let me raise them to get them ready for adoption (they were euthanizing all kittens at that time, since we had too, too many). I got the go ahead (it pays to have some strings to pull.) And Dottie is such a dear heart. SO quiet, so soft, so beautiful. She will make a wonderful lap cat for someone who likes to brush long, lovely hair. Dot's sister, Consuela, died last week after a stroke or seizure.
And last is little Elvis. Elvis' brother Cash died the first week we had the kittens (my friend Jennifer was helping watch the little ones at the time.) We believe he had some kind of genetic defect, but at least he was loved, and was warm with a full belly when he passed. Elvis is tiny -- he was in bad shape when he was found, and had probably been abandoned by his mother. (We believe Dot and Consuela were one litter...Elvis and Cash were another.) Elvis is the typical little brother around the house -- always following the big kids, and getting picked on a little. Still, he loves to wrestle, and is turning out to be very handsome. He loves affection and a warm bottle.
I hope summer is treating you right so far. It's 100 in Hattiesburg this week, and will be ... oh, until October, I imagine. But the peach man has set up his stand on my route home, so life is good.
(P.S. For those of you BREATHING DOWN MY NECK about the Ann Dale reproduction, it will be released this fall. Good things are worth waiting for, and great things take time! Wish me luck!)