Tuesday the 1st
Hello August 1st. Where did you come from? The pages of the calendar seem to have a breeze that continually flips them at a fairly high rate of speed.
This morning we checked with each other as to if all parts were moving, albeit a bit slowly. From bending over and over and over, I could feel a bit of tightness in the ham strings from yesterday’s events. It still felt good. No yard work today.
I have been known to eat cold pizza for breakfast. I can now add the remnants of a Subway’s tuna sandwich. I am not a fussy eater. Bring on the leftovers. Dennis not so much. So be it.
On one of my scribble pads are the notes comprised of a possible scrappy quilt. I have thought long and hard for a sewing machine project. I have the idea. I have the sizes of the fabrics, 8 pieces needed within the block. It would be a 52″ x 64″ top. The next item would be going down into the studio to check the stashes as this would be a no-purchase necessary project.
In the meantime, I have finished one of my books and am working on my hand stitching. After today, I may have a photo to share. By no means close to a finish, more like a work in progress. I am not easily put off by timely projects.
So . . . I am off to the studio. It has been a long time since the lights were on.
Hump day is in the sights, may you all look forward to it.