No Longer True
Two plus two is no longer four. No matter how carefully fabric is measured and cut and then stitched, there is always a trim needed. My first project of 2016 is well underway. I have five of these printed items that were all encased on a one yard cut. Each printed item is a different size, and oh yes, each one will need to be framed to allow the four patch to continue its march across the project without a glitch. Measure twice, cut once: the mantra of the day.
Quite a bit of tweaking to allow for additional four patch blocks to be added as time goes on. I do like the whimsy that the turquoise blocks are touting with various embroidery designs. The important aspect is to call it a day while I am still coherent.
While the embroidery is going on, I have my trusty Sears machine going as I am doing some straight stitching on the four patch blocks. I do have my embroidery set at a low speed. I found out doing Dennis’ granddaughter’s project, when something goes hay-wire, many erroneous stitches make for a broken needle before I can react.
I believe Dennis is taking refuge in the kitchen to ward off cabin fever. The tasty hotdish, using the last of the frozen pork roast from Christmas, was all Dennis needed to put out a great supper. I can tell you, we would almost be tempted to purchase another eight pound pork shoulder roast, just to have some items tucked in the freezer to use in a hotdish.
The sewing studio is closed for the day and the report from Dennis is that we have five cats in and accounted for. As of late, by the time Dennis goes out to the porch for a late day cigarette, Honey Bunny is sitting right by the back door ready to be let in, making six. In the morning, when Dennis leaves the house, it is as if there are five cats ready is see who can get outside the fastest. Without fail, Honey Bunny trots down Stauffer Avenue to the east and enters the vacant house in that direction. It can’t be all that pleasant or she wouldn’t be waiting by our house door to follow Dennis into the porch for the night. The very old stray, Tabatha, that I let in during the frigid cold last week, has never since ventured near the door to go outside. As I said, everyone gets outside for some fresh air, but before long Dennis notices, one by one they peek in the patio door, signaling they want in. Lots of entertainment value here on Stauffer.