Red Letter Days
Today all the sewing studio lights went on, illuminating every corner. The next step was to put on my battery operated radio tuned in to New Ulm’s KNUJ.
A decision was made in regard to Dennis’ Levi jeans . . . styles 509 and 505. The 509s are going back via UPS this afternoon. The pre-frayed jeans are being mailed back. Dennis needs the waist measurement but not the full fit in the legs. I set about getting Dennis to model so I would know how much to shorten the 30″ factory length.
It was slow going in the sewing studio. Measure twice, cut once. This would be my first project since the middle of February. After the fingers on the left hand had gotten its fair amount of pin pricks for being slow to the gate, we did make headway. Dennis will no longer look like Little Abner with a rolled up cuff on each leg. For the life of me, new jeans are so stiff and heavy even after being washed for the first time.
The lights went out at noon in the sewing studio . . . jeans shortened and hemmed . . . me being exhausted. I am not ready for any marathon in the sewing studio. It was time for a sit-down to catch my breath for the PT later in the afternoon. The morning brought a red letter.
All three of the therapists that have worked on me came in and checked on my stamina and motion during the hour and a half. I passed, and I got to put my pretend tassel on the other side of my head. There is no shortage of work that I need to continue at home. I had two weights of clay to work with for my left hand exercises, yellow and pink. I came home with a tub of blue clay. It’s more like the rubber in a bungee cord that does not take the pressure of my good thumb to make an imprint. The afternoon rounded out as a total red letter day.
So goes life on Stauffer Avenue . . . sweet!