Murphy Wood Soap
Today, I had no serious agenda. I went down into the pantry to get a can of cranberry sauce. I spied with my little eye a package that had come from Amazon. It had been opened and some of the contents had been used. Out came one of the packages of the Murphy Wood Soap wipes. I had sent for them as locally they are not carried.
After the better part of the morning, our bathroom has the scent of the Murphy Wood wipes. Fantastic. The woodwork shines and gave me a big thank you, and I thanked myself for due diligence. Cleaning the groves in the oak mopboard was my goal. My sister had commented years ago after Kevin had redone our bathroom that the ornate oak woodwork was beautiful, but oh what a dust catcher with the washer and dryer causing more lint than what would come from daily use of Northern bath tissue. Hmm. Never under estimate Lena’s kid. At the time I was getting to the woodwork behind the toilet stool, I made sure that the cell phone was right next to me in the event that I went ass over teakettle reaching for all I was worth. It was all in a day’s effort on Stauffer Avenue.
I had taken the suade sewing machine tote outside and set it on the bench for some sunshine freshening. When I looked out the bathroom window, Dennis had it in the patio porch using his vacuum on it. My oh my, what a difference that made. The turquoise color came alive. A stint in the sun, vacuuming and a light spray of fabric Febreze, it is ready for anyone’s smell test. What helped was the case was never sitting open. There isn’t even a hint of any fuzz or thread that it was ever used. The price tag was still attached to one of the zipper pulls in the interior.
More investigating on the mini-Bernina. Lois had purchased a stitch regulator, for all stitches to be uniform, for the machine. I will be able to continue humming Bringing in the Sheaves as I free motion quilt with it. The quilting walking foot that has three different sole attachments was an extra purchase that allows for multiple feed dogs plus those in the machine to navigate, thus pulling the layers under the needle. The only item this Bernina 530 does not have is the automatic presser foot, that is done manually. Yes . . . I am spoiled with my 770. Many of my stitching feet will fit on this machine.
Even on days when I have no agenda, the day fills in. At the end of this day I am very content with my local effort.