It Is What It Is
The rain has been coming down since sometime before I wanted to get out of bed. I had slept well straight through the night.
I have let many creative ideas that I had had leave my days. I found someone that could make good use of re-purposing them. It felt just as good doing that as the decision to look at bare dirt rather than flowers among the weeds.
It is what it is.
I am on a quest of quite a few things. I have finished one small hand stitched item and that brought about what the next would be. Pulling out fabric and counting threads to pair up with what the design calls for and then pulling out the floss. Watching Floss Tube on YouTube is encouraging and also can be enabling. I need no new products of any type. The encouragement is sufficient.
It is what it is.
My sewing machine, as of this morning, is oiled and sporting a new needle. There are more things for a sewing machine project other than mending, quilting, embroidering. Much like the squirrels, I am gathering my supplies from the shelving in the studio. Search and I will find. I surprises myself as to what I can find in my stashes.
It is what it is.
Dennis has been in the napping mode most of the week. It humbles me that I need to curb how much I tackle from the time I get up until I go back to bed at night . . . as when the physical umph has been spent . . . there is no more. It saddens me that Dennis has no will to tackle anything any more.
It is what it is.
After laundry as been folded, supper will be considered. Today I vote for fluffy waffles and sausages.
The rain is continuing and the parade of harvest semi trucks has ceased for now.
With that I will take my leave.♥