It Took a Push

Today, I felt the day we had yesterday when we took apart the cistern closet to make room for a new tenant, aka: Santa.  The arms and shoulders were a bit tight as well as the right knee.  I do believe what put the last ache on the body was running the vacuum on the basement floor.  It wasn’t so much the bare cement floor as it was a jute rug that lays on the main path in the basement.  Usually Dennis takes a run at it, but he was on the warrior path of cleaning in the garage and patio porch.  The rug catches every bit of thread that I may have missed when I aimed for the waste basket.  The only way to score is to push down on the brush attachment of the vacuum for good contact.  It’s still easier than using the arms, hands and shoulders and getting down on my hands and knees to pick them up. Wouldn’t you know it!  Those dang threads can be seen by me as if they were florescent. Don’t mind me . . . it’s a ME thing.

Local effort is my thing and I needed to have something to show for my day, today.  A bit of embroidering on the Bernina was just the thing to push myself to do.  Once I have the fabric in the hoop and the threads pulled out of the stashes, it’s just a matter of watching the machine and changing out thread colors.  It is a way for me to sit still and still poke out a project.  

Carrie’s have a silent auction every June for a fundraiser . . . of which organization I don’t remember.  I have done a wall hanging for it, an embroidered pillow last year and for the 2020 year, she had suggested some kitchen towels.  I watch JoAnn Fabrics and when I see their towels on sale at anywhere from 60% to 70%, I nab a few.  The size is 15″ x 26″ and the perfect size.

Kitchen-TowelI am also waiting for an order from Amazon for a product to use with my eight point pinwheel quilt top.  A series of three kitchen towels fits right into my schedule.  Ya right!  As if I have a hard and fast schedule.  It is all about balance in my life.  Being dormant is not my thing.  Dennis knows, a busy Grammie makes for a happy home . . . and Dennis likes “happy.”