A Day
What a difference a day can make. Yesterday was shirt sleeve weather for some and today brings on the warm clothes to bundle up in.
Today has been a turning point in the studio. My sewing table looks like a zipper fest. The last two of the box pouches have the zippers in ready to finish up another day. I have been using the scraps of the cork fabric as well. I have completed three using 7″ zippers and they resemble the finished size of a checkbook. I have several remaining of the odd-ball size also with zippers sewn in. The perfect size to zip up something of a stash of no specific heft or size. My zipper foot of the sewing machine is going into retirement for now.
I was so sure the awning that goes the width of the front of our home would take off sailing, landing on someone’s vehicle passing by on Stauffer Avenue. It could really waft with the gusts of wind. I have no idea if the rain we got early last night amounted to anything. It sure did thunder. I do know looking at Jan and Randy’s yard, it is back to having muddy puddles on their gravel yard. When I had walked over to visit with Jan on Thursday the mud of last week’s snow had dried off. So many times I am thankful that our drive is concrete.
This wind has been going on since Thursday. When I got into the car at the clinic a gust of wind decided to close my car door for me . . . before I had my left leg in. I am sporting a huge bruise on the inside of my left knee. I had all I could do to keep the door open long enough to get my leg into the car. Lesson: check which way the wind is blowing before I park the car.
We are tucked in for the weekend.
With that I will take my leave. ♥