We Are Not Fighting It
There was much in the news of this being a hot uncomfortable Friday. We are not fighting it. There was not one thing that needed to be done outside after our first burst of the morning when we checked out the acre. Things have happened during the night that would have gone unchecked if we don’t pay attention.
Dennis had a marathon on one of his television channels in the patio porch. He truly was having a relaxing day. No . . . he didn’t get lonely as Snuggles was right there at his elbow.
I wanted some time in the sewing studio. Having UFOs (unfinished objects) lying around is not my level of comfort. Having finished a handbag in between the tractor commotion, there were sewing supplies that needed to be cleaned up. This bag went together very well. The first time in the four bags I have done that I did not need to watch a video. The directions in each have some repeat in techniques. I can make a check on the list of “Can I pull this off?” I did dig around until I found some items as a zipper pull on the outside of the bag. The original pattern did not call for an outside zipper, but I knew it would be handy.
Megan’s quilt top was completed when she last visited. As a Grammie I decided to put the sandwich together for her. With not having a quilt frame, it is a challenge to get the backing, batting and then the top to lie taut enough to begin using ump-teen safety pins to contain the layers. I knew all the hand weights that we had used and they were now stuck in the closet would come in handy. 8 lbs.? It’s hard to believe I did work out with them a time ago. Anyway . . . the weights were a huge help in keeping things where they needed to be. There is nothing more dis-heartening to think all is well and then see there is a huge wrinkle in the backing when it is too late to fix it. There is still plenty of work to be done on her quilt for Megan the next time she comes.
July is marching on. Though I have no reason to keep in mind when school starts, I am sure families are in crunch mode to get everything done while they can. Dennis and I don’t fight the calendar. We take each day as it comes and are oh so grateful for each one.