A Good Back-Up
When it is May the 19th and the temperature is 45, it’s always good to have a back-up so I can stay focused and balanced. My back-up is reading. I have been using the west house porch to put together my perch for reading. A table to hold my book, a place for a glass of water and also three sides of windows for good lighting.
Yesterday I enjoyed being outside for a bit. I could see where I needed to put in some time to keep the Hosta plants in line. Moving around a few items of garden art for the best of show never hurts. That was then, today is house-bound. Minnesota . . . I do love it. Being flexible is the key.
On a side note, I have a new occupant and companion in the sewing studio. She came in the mail yesterday. She has been dubbed Mini-Meg. I have expressed the desire to work with Megan in her next skating competition finery. Being two hours away is not desirable when it comes to fitting seams. Mini-Meg is multi adjustable for measurement. I had a dress form when Carrie and Kevin were babies. It came in handy to be able to sew with confidence, knowing the garment would be wearable. In retrospect the dress form would have even come in handy with the Santa Project. Pinning in sleeves is quite the challenge when all you have is a pressing ham to work around the curves. Having a 3-D form would have been a help.
The next time Megan visits we will be getting the measurements and dialing them into the form. I was very happy that the length of the torso can be adjusted up and down as well as doing the adjustments in the width of the important aspects. Who knew we would have lots of choices for the perfect fit. There are dials in the front, on the back and on the sides Much improved from what had been my dress form from the 1960s.
Dennis keeps track of my facial wound where the skin cancer was removed. What started out as the size of a perfect round hole the size of a quarter wound, ended with an incision that Dennis measured at 2.5 inches long. Yup, a good job of darning. Dennis reported this morning the facial swelling is going down. Good thing. The right cheek did feel like something I had morphed from a chipmunk.
Life is sweet. Life will see spring sometime soon . . . I hope.