First things First
My first thing was to send my daughter a text wishing her a happy birthday. It never ceases to amaze me that my children have years ticking along just like me.
After my morning rituals, the lights went on in the studio. It did feel foreign as this was the darkest the studio has been for this length of time in quite a few years. But . . . I am back, complete with my good shoes and socks on. There is nothing that can cause restless legs faster than standing on concrete in less than good shoes for insulation.
The portable radio was tuned into KNUJ before I had all the lights turned on.
The project I hope to work on constitutes four different configured blocks. The blade in the rotary cutter was brand new. The needle in the sewing machine was brand new. What I needed to do was stitch out those four blocks for my prototypes. Cutting the material using the same measure for a total of eight pieces per block needing the same accurate seam allowance.
As this is a scrappy fabric pattern, I still need to disperse the prints of my twelve different fabrics somewhat equally. Therein is the challenge. Just as Lena would have had, I have my graph paper making notations . . . lots of notations.
Let’s be clear, I will miss stitching in my west bedroom porch. The total package of the cherry red chair, the natural window light and watching traffic, the coffee pot close at hand. Everything in its season. If I were better with apportioning my time, I could have it all. It’s too early in the season, I won’t write it off just yet. This ole Grammie can still learn a thing or two.
What this ole Grammie would really like to learn is how to wiggle my nose and a balanced supper would be on the table by 5:30 every day.
Be careful what you wish for . . . you might get more than you bargained for. With that, I take my leave. ♥