I Got Lost
I had great intentions of going down into the sewing studio and getting involved in some paper craft. Oh my gosh . . . I had no idea it had been quite some time since I had gotten into it for real. I was at a point where I wanted to make a greeting card . . . where oh where to start.
Getting to the chase: I had a great time coming up with ideas for the card. I can see myself doing a bit more in time to come. I do enjoy piecing of quilt tops. How many quilts do I need on hand! I do enjoy the machine embroidery aspect of the sewing machine. How many hours do I want to spend on one design that is loaded on a flash drive! Paper crafting is all about dumping out a file of bits and pieces of paper and letting the thought grow from there.
My goal as this 2020 winds down is to put more balance in the time that I spend in the sewing studio. I need to appreciate the mobility that I have in my hands and shoulders, using them for multiple movement and not staying at some one thing for hours on end.
These last summer months have challenged me to a great extent of what the ole body can take. I know Carrie told me often that they could come and help with getting the outbuilding scrapped and painted. It just doesn’t work that way anymore for me and where I am at with mind and body. Alright! My age has something to do with it. I know myself well enough to know how to pace myself with a project or a job. It’s me and me alone. With other wonderful helping hands I believe the fast paced day of many hands would totally blow me away. The angst of that much movement that would need answers, lunch breaks and organization . . . nope. I would not be at a good place.
What Carrie did do for us, was to bring down frozen prepared meals for us to enjoy after we had called it a day after being busy. Sweet. Though our busy time is over, we still have a few dishes in the freezer. In fact this evening we are having baked Zita with sausage, Dennis calls everything pasta. Yes . . . there are multiple types.
The years of retirement and the quiet have settled in for us on Stuaffer Avenue. The pace is different. The noise is different. What had taken us several hours to do, is now perhaps a two-day job.
Right now our biggest concern is to get the recycling bin out every other Friday, and the garbage bin out every Tuesday. Mellow times are ahead for the remainder of the summer. About the time I state that, things are subject to change. We can handle that. We may have slowed down a bit, but we still know how to kick it in gear when it is called for. Getting lost in my sewing studio doesn’t hold a candle to what I can roust out.
Enjoy this week and know we are not bored. Only boring people get bored.