Hmm
I have everything set to begin quilting my scrappy quilt. Bobbin and top thread decided to be an orange rust color. The walking foot in on the machine. I am going to do a three inch grid for the quilting. As there are numerous individual blocks . . . not all are square with the world.
At this time I am thinking of going diagonal. Not getting caught up with quilting lines that don’t intersect where there should be within a square . . . don’t even try. This is my project with nothing to prove to anyone, other than not letting it be an unfinished object, aka: UFO.
Today there is a brisk wind with 83 degrees. The dew point is higher than the humidity . . . making for a sticky wicket.
Early this morning, with a pruner in hand, I cut back the yellow lily blossoms hopping to leave nothing for the cicada wasps to be encouraged with. Oh they were about like crazy. I got one by swatting at it. Yup, I stepped on him. With my task complete I went inside.
When Dennis came home at noon he commented that he had seen the pile of yellow lily blooms in the trash. He also counted five of the nasty wasps hunkering around the side door into the car garage. I give up. A killing frost isn’t too far away.
In between time, I have a book I am enjoying. Reading in my bedroom porch is a good break from studio time. It also caught my eye that across the street, two young fellows were trying to get a huge sofa into their home. Push and pull, try hard as they might. They ended up putting it in their garage. A trick I learned a long time ago when it comes to moving things in and out of a house . . . take the doors off of their hinges, It is surprising what a few precious inches can make.
It is a day, known as hump day. Much has been accomplished thus far this week, with more to come on the horizon. Goals are in sight. Hmm.