that bit is done

The quilting is done.  I hope to have the binding on soon then I have to check an address.

I really do not have a lot of words today.  I did not know what I was going to say.  I am sad.  And work is emotionally tiring.  I just wish to come home and hide.  I walked to the grocery store to get milk and chips to go with seven layer dip and realized that my body had reacted to the day with a sore throat.  It was just a sigh especially since this is the first day since about June I could go outside and read my book at lunch comfortably. 

I do have some recipes to share.  I need to write them down for myself!  I have some pictures I need to take so I can share a work in progress and the yarn that I am making for it.  Hopefully, my new crochet hook will arrive soon.  But words.  Those seem to be few and very far apart.  There is a lot of dough being made.  But none of it  is being made into new recipes.  Cronetti.  Biscuits.  Bread.  Some people call that the art of slow living.  I call it sanity.  Words do not have to be said when there is warm bread and tea.  And other people are willing to take it off your hands if you offer it.

More babbling today.  I am sad.

quilting while bruised

After I fell off my sewing bench, I spent a lot of time quilting and listening to an audiobook.  I was in a lot of pain yesterday.  I came home from work and basically did nothing.  A tad to much homemade sangria helped the pain.  But I did not feel like writing my own words and read someone elses. Stray Souls.  I have read it multiple times at this point, always from the library.  If I run across it at a used bookstore, I should pick it up.  It is the litmus test for books I own.

Today, pain is better and the audiobook is almost done.  Just over nine hours of audiobook.  Quilting and spinning are very conducive to listening to audiobooks.

I have also spent a lot of time with my hands in dough.  I find that I am less stressed with what is going on at work.  Today, I was done.  It was the thought of having to network again for a job when I really only wish to make breads, quilts, and garden.  But that does not necessarily pay the taxes on the lands.  But that is what life currently demands.  I will get over it.  It is what I do.

I just have to remember no more klutz moves.  And I might not be so rambly tomorrow.  But I will not promise.

staying cool and quilting

My exuberant hands needed time to heal so I did not spend much time in my garden this last week.  It was also very hot but most of the time it hurt to do anything with my hands, including letting them rest.

I did finish the quilting on this quilt.  I would plug in an audio book and sit in front of the air conditioning and stitch.  It was a great way to cool down after my bicycle rides home.

It has just gotten to the point of the year in Houston where all you can say is it hot.  I cannot complain because we have had a cool spring and summer up until this point.  But I know by the first of September I will be ready for cooler weather.  I may actually be ready for cooler weather in mid August but there is some traveling going on early in August that may help my state of mind. 

Time for binding!

loopy head

When I was not sitting down with yarn, I was working on the quilt this week.  And then weather blew in.  I must say that I enjoyed the cooler weather very much.  I did not have to go to the mountains for it.  But it blew in pollen and my allergies hit.  I now feel like there is crud in my chest and head.  My head a tendency to be loopy.

It was a quieter weekend then I wished.  There was surf and I only got a ramble on the beach.  Probably smarter even though I had a wet suit with me.  I slept a lot Sunday.  But even with the slowing down, I got the rest of this quilt quilted. 

Now for the binding.  But I may sneak a dress in there first.  Or with.  I am making a sheath dress out of Italian wool.  I have not worn something like that for about six years and I am looking forward to it.  Maybe my shoulders will work enough so I can get it on by myself and not need any help.  If not, I will just have to wait for when there is help around.

the quilt for L has been quilted!

There was a small boy helping.

There was a small boy who need to be on my lap.

There was a small boy who played with a small bronze dragnet in the quilt I was working on (the dragon had lovely hiding places).

There was a small boy dumping buttons.

There was a small boy wearing a button tin as a hat.

There was a small boy fighting imaginary attackers and pretending to be a pirate king.

There was a small boy who asked for books.

There was a small boy who asked for chocolate.

There was a small boy who asked to cut all the threads.

But with all this help from Small Mister, the quilting on the quilt for L is done.

And there was much joy and laughter and love.

I will finish the binding when we get back.