A Day
When the day is bright all seems to go well.
After being tuckered yesterday I surprised myself by tearing apart my bedroom porch. Several trips with bedding to the laundry. I cracked the front door for some fresh air. Having a tiny home comes with some challenges. If I do one planned item at a time, it’s all doable. The duvet cover over my feather comforter was the first to be washed and dried. I am not saying getting it back on the feather comforter is a walk in the park. Midway through that process, Dennis mentioned I needed a break. The car was in the drive and he wanted me to go with him to the Dollar General, he was out of distilled water for his CPAP.
Yes, the break felt good. I have a multitude of quilting clips. They are like clothes pins but the plastic teeth hang on for dear life. I turned the duvet cover inside out and laid the comforter on top of it. Each corner of the duvet is tied to the comforter. It is then pulling the far end into and through the opening, To get it squared up I clip the seamed edge of the comforter to the seamed edge of the duvet. Putting ones hand in to feel the fit works. I had three sides clipped.
Dennis to the recue. With his strong arms he could take ahold of one of the long sides and give the comforter several whips and all fell into place. Sweet.
Sometimes there is no time like the present to act upon what is needed. Time is just like the water running over my hands multiple times during the day. Once it runs down the drain, it’s gone. There will never be that same water as it passes from the faucet to the drain and there will never be that just right time again to get it done. Oh for the small victories in our day here on Stauffer Avenue.
The studio, again, got a pass today. What is there will wait.
With that I take my leave. ♥