sashiko

I have been playing with Japanese sashiko when I have been doing patching lately.  I have needle and thread, bits of linen and one of my darning eggs.  I sit and stitch. 

My Beloved work pants always start to wear out on the legs somewhere.  He is just hard on clothes.  But not a fan of shopping, even if that is a thrift store.  He gets the same upset whether it is a pair of thrift store pants that are ripping to shreds or a pair of concealed carry pants he spent much more on.  This bit of mending is fun for me because I get to learn something new.  He likes it because his pants last longer.

It did take me a little bit to figure it out though.  The darning egg was the breakthrough!  I have more pants to mend when they are clean.  And that patch in the picture?  It and the pants are the same color I noticed when I took dinner out to the shop and ate with the boyos.  Knife makers make dirt.  Knives are the by product.

being a dirt bag

I took the day of from life on Saturday.  There was crappy shoulder high surf forecasted and I decided that was something I needed to do.  I went to the beach with a couple thermoses of tea, a pb&j, my 3mm wetsuit, and my Yater spoon.  I need to remember not to leave everything in the water because getting my board back to my truck was harder then I expected.

My surfing was pretty poor but I had so much fun.  Yes, I need more practice but I laughed like a ninny too as the waves rushed me to shore.  There is nothing nice about surfing at Galveston.  It was its normal washing machine.  Most waves were mushy with then the one unexpected powerful one coming through.  I am so out of practice it was probably hilarious to watch.  But a day on the beach, in the water, on my board, no matter how bad it is, is better then a day in the office.  Did happen to mention I am actually afraid of the water.  It makes my surfing even funnier to watch.  Most of the surfers I have met are just stoked that I am trying.

I decided I needed to be a dirt bag more often.  If there is surf in the forecast, I need to go surfing if there is nothing pressing at work.

I did have to repair my 3mm wet suit.  I ordered the supplies a while back.  A bit of 3mm (and 5 mm) neoprene and the glue.

It was easier then I expected.  I must have done a good job because my patch held.  I hate getting my wet suit on but I really like my wet suit in the water and sitting watching waves.

The forecast says more surf this weekend.  I get to be a dirt bag again!  Wahoo!  Taking care of me. 

got some cutting out done

I am not feeling that creative around here lately.  I am still tired.  And then it did not help that we went to Amaluna last night.  Koda Bear had a melt down afterwards and I stayed up with him until he slept.  It was not very long but took a lot out of me.  I was still so tired this morning my whole body hurt.  Just moving slowly.

Work was interesting today.  Before lunch, I found a job to make sails in Las Vegas.  I seriously considered applying.  It is the type of day I had.  Why is it hard to talk to the person in the next office over?  I am making self raspberry ginger syrup for margaritas currently.  The very good tequila was purchased for me so I may just start sipping on straight tequila.  It is a favorite.

I was able to cut out a shirt for my Beloved yesterday.  He wants more fuzzy shirts before he heads to the mountain for a month.  He is taking some of the boyos and I am staying behind.  I need to pay the bills.  I am thinking about taking a long weekend and going to New Orleans.  It has been awhile since I have been there.  I would not mind doing some walking.

I need to repair a wet suit tonight or tomorrow.  Just a 3 mm but it will be a perfect weight for surfing in Galveston.  There is supposed to be head high crappy surf on Saturday.  The week I have had, that will be better then an adult beverage.  Maybe I will get a skateboard out too!

resurrection from the dead

Five or six years ago, I made my Faerie a dark purple velvet comforter for her bed.  It had a purple flannel back and purple tassels on the corners.  It ended up in my home six months ago, in tatters.  The velvet was mostly good.  The flannel was washed thin.  The batting had disenigrated.  I did not know if I would be able to repair it or not.  The Faerie was resigned that I would not be able to come to the rescue.   I did not even get a picture.

I thought it about it and started taking it apart.  I was able to save the purple velvet from the top and mend a few places.  I also took a piece of pink flannel I had in my stash to use as the backing.

 

We had an old quilt that we did not like the colors in and there were some polyester pieces in it.  I used it for batting.

So I pinned, batted, and stitched.

 

And the Faerie had a new comforter!  I got a "thank you! thank you! thank you!"  I am glad she was happy.