Spitting Rain Showers
Very unusual temps for mid August. I will gladly take the cooler side of a month that could be blistering.
I had a very busy morning on the main floor of our home. Dennis’ bedding was stripped off for a usual freshening in the laundry.
I had chosen a six pound bag of frozen chicken tenderloins at Sam’s Club last week. I was planning on chicken, instant potatoes and green beans for supper this evening. While I had the six ponds on the kitchen counter to take several tenderloins out, I decided to get the quart freezer zip-lock bags out and do the reasonable thing. We now have meal-sized tenderloins in individual bags in the freezer. So much easier to grab an individual bag than wrestle the huge bag each time we decide on chicken for supper. Mission completion.
I don’t know what Dennis was up to in the garage, but by twelve noon, his bedding was back where it needed to be . . . on the bed.
It is three in the afternoon and the lights have been turned off in the studio. I got done what I wanted to. I have the blue log cabin’s binding sewn, folded in half, pressed and wound on a piece of carboard, ready to hand off to the church in time to come. The four log cabin tops with their bindings will be the last of how I go forward sewing quilt tops. In the future they will measure the 60″ x 80″ as desired with no bindings needed. Sweet. The pinwheel will be the first of the new prescribed size.
Me and my cross stitch. It is so relaxing, even if stitches need to be counted for a design that will match the directions. Hmm. I was coming around the width of the fabric to do the flowers and I was one stitch off for them to attach to the stem. It was time to realize the original stem was dying and time to graft on fresh growth. Perfect solution. There is always a way to correct a situation when it comes to tiny squares that require an “x” to be put in it.
The skies to the east are purple, filled with rain, and the sun wants to shine.
I have achieved much local effort today and am going to take some time before supper to put a few stitches into those flowers that have a waiting stem.
With that I take my leave. ♥