Gray Skies
Gray skies with little pellets of . . . something.
A Monday morning is a great time to start something new. Dipping all ten toes into a new venture with chin up and shoulders squared. Ready or not here I come!
For myself, I have been kicking around an old pattern book for several weeks. I did do a project out of this book when Lena still lived on the farm in Boon Lake Township. Who knew that I would end up owning a sewing machine that could also do embroidery. My plan is to take out a portion of the pattern that was pieced and put in an embroidered stitched item. Right now my church tables are a mess with fabric scraps, rulers and stabilizers. I am holding my breath as to the outcome.
I took some time off to head to the grocery store for milk and a few items. It does the noggin good to get some fresh air and clear muddled thoughts. I knew that the project I am working on would need some quilt batting. Dennis’ nephew always saves me what is left after one of his quilts is off the longarm. As I got into his sewing area I was blown away. Talk about dipping toes into new projects. He is in the process of building a sewing table top to put on an existing table. It is 7′ x 12′. He has lots to think about in regard to stabilizing it. I could just see one of his buds coming to visit him, putting a butt check on the edge of the table to chat and having the entire table top flip. I suggested legs on the corners. I took my quilt batting and l left.
We all need to know what is within ourselves to make our lives doable and meaningful. Suggestions can be made but in the end, all that can really be offered is a lot of moral support when someone is strong enough and brave enough to get those toes wet right up to the the ankle bone. Life is sweet when we realize the options that are out there and . . . go for it!