Dark and Gray
Dark and Gray out today. It didn’t effect me much, as I was in the sewing studio for most of the day, after I had put together a pasta dish for supper.
I thought today would be a breeze in the sewing project. Boy, was I fooled. The border of a project tells me where the bear did it in the buckwheat. For borders to work, there is a justification process. Not each block that is the outside border of twenty five blocks is exact. It’s one thing for the pattern to have 10″x 1 1/2″ red stripes interspersed with 1 1/2″ pink blocks to play nice along the edge of said project to perfection. It looks pretty and easy in a photo. Me . . . the human that did the stitching . . . is not perfect. It was easier to custom measure and cut each 10″ strip. Why fight it. I only have three more sides to work on . . . another day. I couldn’t do a “slam dunk fix-it” that would work for the entire project, so I fixed my thinking and the problem fixed itself. Investing time to get it right is worth it. It may have seemed like an uphill struggle, but the view upon completion was priceless.
When I think of Dennis’ day in the rocking chair in the patio porch, I sometimes wonder why I put myself in situations that can easily spiral into unknowns . . . because I can. Personal growth . . . who knew it could last well for over 76 years?
When I came upstairs to write a few lines, the lit Christmas tree in the darkened living room, took all angst away. A calming that is the peace than passes all understanding. I love it. And now that it is close to five in the afternoon, it is usual for it to be dark and gray outside.