Saturday, March 21, 2020
This was a productive day.
Two dog walks. One long one, and one shorter one. They loved both. It was colder than we might have thought, windy, but the sun was out. Nice to be out.
I tacked down the kayaks on my quilt, with much swearing and consternation, as the “invisible” thread wanted to get all jammed on the underside of my fabric, even though I had the tension set to 2. I guess I was sewing too quickly and I also was trying to not clip threads between one kayak and the other. Once I started clipping, things got better. It was a dark moment of frustration, though. I nearly started stitching in all black or all white thread, after I’d started with invisible/white in the bobbin. Argh. Did not want to solve those problems today, but I did.
Then I/we tackled the Wallpaper in the Small Powder Room off the kitchen. Dudes wallpapered even the freaking ceiling when they put it up. Is it SO hard to put on a textured ceiling or paint? Apparently. Humph.
But I’d bought a Paper Shark and created a DIY solution of water and lavender fabric softener. Doesn’t have to be lavender, but that’s what we had, and good Lord that stuff is old and dehydrated. So we were happy to use it up. My hands are super-soft from dipping into that solution so much today. And I have the added benefit of the powder room now smelling like a grandma. My shoulders are seriously pissed off at me as I’ve used them much today, between quilting and scraping off wallpaper.
Anyway. I found myself silently thanking this stupid fricking virus today, because we are getting sh*t done with Dolores (see Dead Like Me, Season 1 or 2, I can’t remember. But at least see Season 1). This isolation requires us to Slow the F down. To stop and appreciate what we have. To figure out what to do with our days, to make them meaningful. To deal with all the feels, like them or not.
“So teach us to number our days that we may receive a heart of wisdom” comes to mind, from Andrew Rindfleisch’s “To His Music.” Not our choir, but listen here, wowza: https://youtu.be/Tb3NeCH5QAI
Please stay well. Please try to be hopeful and take care of yourselves as best as you’re able. Love y’all.
Two dog walks. One long one, and one shorter one. They loved both. It was colder than we might have thought, windy, but the sun was out. Nice to be out.
I tacked down the kayaks on my quilt, with much swearing and consternation, as the “invisible” thread wanted to get all jammed on the underside of my fabric, even though I had the tension set to 2. I guess I was sewing too quickly and I also was trying to not clip threads between one kayak and the other. Once I started clipping, things got better. It was a dark moment of frustration, though. I nearly started stitching in all black or all white thread, after I’d started with invisible/white in the bobbin. Argh. Did not want to solve those problems today, but I did.
Then I/we tackled the Wallpaper in the Small Powder Room off the kitchen. Dudes wallpapered even the freaking ceiling when they put it up. Is it SO hard to put on a textured ceiling or paint? Apparently. Humph.
But I’d bought a Paper Shark and created a DIY solution of water and lavender fabric softener. Doesn’t have to be lavender, but that’s what we had, and good Lord that stuff is old and dehydrated. So we were happy to use it up. My hands are super-soft from dipping into that solution so much today. And I have the added benefit of the powder room now smelling like a grandma. My shoulders are seriously pissed off at me as I’ve used them much today, between quilting and scraping off wallpaper.
“So teach us to number our days that we may receive a heart of wisdom” comes to mind, from Andrew Rindfleisch’s “To His Music.” Not our choir, but listen here, wowza: https://youtu.be/Tb3NeCH5QAI
Please stay well. Please try to be hopeful and take care of yourselves as best as you’re able. Love y’all.
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