White Stuff
We will see if the white stuff is going to be a dusting or measurable. Either way, KNUJ is saying next week the temps could get rid of it.
I came into the studio after getting the second bed’s bedding in the laundry. Putting off what can be done is not my style. Am I methodical? Yes. If I see something, I cannot unsee it it. If a plan had been designed the night before, it might as well be in concrete. Doing as well as I have after the 2021 stroke, has made me even more methodical. Continuing to do what and how I always have in my adult life brought me to the point that doing for myself was the only way to get back whatever strength I could. When I am in bed, lying on my right side, I feel the left hand creeping into the fist that feels right for itself. I consciously move my hand and the fist of my left hand over to my right hand so the right hand can hold the left hand and splay out the fingers. We do what we can.
The quilt top is completely pinned . . . whew! The top is spread out on the church tables with all the pins standing at attention. Enough of that for this day.
I moved with my chair over to begin cleaning my sewing machine from bottom to the top. I have various cleaning tools just as any mechanic has theirs. I don’t use canned air as it may well move lint, thread ends and fuzz deeper into the portion of the machine I do not have access to. With a new needle in, I was getting close to a finish. I decided to put the free motion attachment on to the machine and make sure all was well before putting the quilt under the needle. I did a test stitch and it was all good. Out of my stash of threads I pulled the light blue cone of silk cotton. Finding an empty bobbin to fill, the machine hummed like the well oiled machine it was as the bobbin filled. The machine is threaded and then it was shut down for today.
My bedroom porch is beckoning me to either read or hand stitch and perhaps watching a bit of the white stuff.
By the way, Dennis’ oven meal of tuna pasta was fantastic. Food always tastes better when someone else has fixed it and tidied up after themselves. Having a second meal of it this evening . . . it’s a good thing.
With that I take my leave. ♥