A Calm Feeling

The sewing studio has been tidied.  Multiple weights and colors of threads have been put back where they need to be.  Extra fabric has been tucked away in the proper bins.  If anyone is in need of a wig or a beard, I do have a few supplies left over.  I had no idea what I needed or how much.  Once you order and are short, you may never receive the exact duplicate with the new order.  The sewing machine has been cleaned, oiled and blown out with canned air.  A new needle will be put in when I know what will be tackled next.  It was a calm feeling having finished up a rather large complicated project.  The last thing I did before letting Santa take a break, was to sew a pocket on the inside of his wide belt.  I inserted a before photo of Santa and a short note documenting the rejuvenation of him.  It seemed like the thing to do.

It was hard to believe how cold it felt this morning when I was walking.  I hustled it toward the end as even my finger tips felt chilled inside my winter gloves.  Hard to believe that Wednesday I had only needed a single layer of a knit shirt.  Let’s hear it for the Fairfax tulips!  They are about four inches tall under the southwest windows of the house.  Full sun as it reflects off of the siding makes them feel cozy enough to spring forth.  What a winter. What a spring.  Dennis is hoping that we don’t have any hard rains for awhile.  The sponge that we have referred to as our backyard needs a whole bunch of drying days.

Supper is planned.  By error I purchased chicken tenderloins that are breaded, but raw.  It will be interesting as to how they will turn out in the oven.  Actually, not pan frying sounds kind of nice . . . no splatter to clean up later.  Dennis made a box cake today.  I stayed in the sewing studio . . . the entire time.  It seems to have turned out great.  A peanut butter frosting was the goal.  I kept my hands off.  Dennis found out how little milk it takes to work with powdered sugar.  What to do . . . keep on adding powdered sugar prior to the peanut butter until it is thick enough not to run.  I will say that the amount of frosting on the cake looks mighty thick.  I think that is called, “live and learn.” I will say that Dennis washes up all of his dishes when he is done.  Sweet!

By the way, the new ceiling fan in the patio porch is humming away.  Bruce is so tall that Dennis could nicely put away a ladder for the install.  We are not rushing into putting anything in the patio porch until we are sure the cement under the floor is dry.  When installed, there were air holes drilled into the entire perimeter.  We have lots of time.  Hey . . . we are the retired folks on Stauffer Avenue.