oh, how i long to be, one of the beautiful...

...since my previous post, it has been asked by my readership on a few occasions to share with you the circumstances of my conundrum and to provide some pics of where i am currently stationed.

i am here, living in an undisclosed underground location, adjacent to the privy pits of my master and his family, Sir George Washington, Sr. i have been asked to make a flag... it doesn't have to be pretty, he says; but, he says: "Ms. Ross, you have to make our Country proud." so that is what i'm trying to do!

i'm not happy about it, and that is why i ahve started this blog. but i hope to share with you all fellow readers about my strife and my circumstances as they unfold. thoughts and musings on things from in here. i am sewing everyday, and every day i try to make each day's thread count...

btw, this is what my cellar/living quarters looks like:

he doesn't get much milk delivered in here, so i have to make do with what curdled i can has that's leftover and that which he brings down 4 me. i try to make do, and have rearranged things nicely since picutre was taken. can't you see the corner where my puppy Mittens piles her trade? :(

(he lets me have a puppy)(

get on up, get on up...

ahem, you can read all of my previous postings here:

http://fljoorke.blogspot.com/

See, the Drs. Washington, Adams, and Hancock had for a time a maid-servant-woman who was from Finnland (which they all shared; they weren't into that silly stuff like the Jeffersons). She used to come and bring me my vittles sometimes.

and whenever it was asked of her where i was, her reply would be: "Ms. Ross? Oh, si, she is down in the fljoorke, señor."

and so it came to be!