It Sounds and Feels like Spring
Even though we had snowflakes flying for almost 24 hours, the green grass refused to wear the white any longer. I cracked the east house window this morning and the birds were singing non-stop. As fresh as the air smelled, I hummed a bit of a tune myself. Tomorrow is the official day of spring, but many spring type duties are not yet to be done by those of us on Stauffer: spring house cleaning, window washing, and yard raking. I do hear that rushing around is similar to wishing your life away.
The best intentions . . . yeah, right. One unfortunate star point didn’t make the cut . . . well, actually it did.
Making many trips up and down the basement steps, a load of laundry did get done as well as finishing up a sewing project. Quite a few years ago, I purchased this printed panel with the hope that it would be done before the steam iron got good and hot. Hmm. Every six months or so I would run across the pattern and read about the pointy stars and the bias cut of so many pieces. The project always managed to be tucked to the side. This was the spring that nothing would stop me. The panel carried two copies of the Lord’s Prayer in two different sizes. I chose the largest printed one, thinking with larger pieces to deal with, the project would go smoother. Let’s say, I am very proficient at taking out seams, over and over and over. I am hoping that starting the second panel, I will have wised up a bit. After both panels have been pieced, I will have some scraps of batting. I have found the mesh iron-on tape is made just for making use of leftover batting. After this project, it will be straight seams and 90 degree corners all the way.
Dennis just shakes his head when I come up from the sewing studio for air and some thinking time, flinging open a window and sucking in all that spring feeling – allowing for tackling it all again. If only he could manage helping with some of those wayward seams that just beg to be left in. Never fear, if one were to look close enough and long enough there would be plenty of the wee mistakes that totally allow you to know it was not mass produced in China or Vietnam.