I didn’t think it would take this long. Originally, I was going to make two, but Sweetums talked me into one. It’s really big. Now I can take my machine to the shop. I’m so glad I have two. It deserves a special label.
Trying to get the whole into one picture was impossible, so I took two. Maybe I’ll get Sweetums to help me hang it up outside.
I was hoping to get some sewing accomplished today, but I did cut a few squares. Baking a pie was more to my liking. I still have apples and maybe enough for two more. Sweetums was so happy! I also made biscuits to go with supper. Sweetums was in heaven! As far as he’s concerned, there is nothing better than biscuits and pie.
I feel that I spent entirely too much time on this dress. It sat for a few days because I couldn’t comfortably sit at my sewing table. Also, I had to tweak it. I’m too big in some places and too small in others. At least now I know what to do next time. And the best part. There are no buttons or buttonholes, no zipper, no hand sewing. So it’s on to my raincoat. Well. No. I have to make my little wall hanging for October. Then it’s on to my raincoat.
I went to get my stitches out this morning, but doctor said no. Now I have to wait until Monday. He also wanted blood work and chest x-rays. While out, I stopped at the Amish market and loaded up. Sweetums’ eyes glazed over when he saw the bags. He is such a Sweetums.
I fell. In the street. Face first. Broke my new sunglasses. My favorite hat is soaked with blood. I’m just walking along, enjoying the day, when the macadam jumped up and hit me. Sweetums is trying to help and not turn green. A very nice neighbor was driving home and she stopped to help. She even volunteered to take me to the hospital. (Maybe she noticed how green Sweetums was.) And me. I was pissed. I was planning to finish my dress! I didn’t have time for this! Four stitches and three hours later, I’m back home. Nice hospital. And, you know what? It’s now three days later and I still haven’t finished that dress! But I’ve gotten lots of knitting done.
I can’t stand it when Sweetums says it, especially when I am grumpier than normal.
So. Anyway. I had this pound of ground beef. It’s what I get when nothing else appeals to me. I looked through the kitchen cabinets and at some recipes. I chopped some onion, threw it with the meat in a pan to brown. I boiled some noodles. So far so good.
Then it time to pull stuff out of the cabinets and refrigerator.
All Sweetums approved stuff. You do know he’s from Oklahoma, right?
OK. So it was too much stuff. I had to get out the pan that is so big, it has two handles. But doesn’t it look good? And it was. I told Sweetums, “I won’t have to cook for a week!” And gave him a big smile.
Who really cares. It contained entirely too much snow. Sweetums was not happy. I was ready to shoot him and put him out of my misery. I haven’t seen my children since Christmas. Every time I make plans, there’s snow. I do not like snow. It is very difficult for me to get around. My son lives in a row house on a narrow side street. There isn’t any room for piling snow. I really need to see him. He has a mortgage now and panics just like his Father. He wants my help with his taxes. I just hope he finds a calm wife before I turn senile. He’s going to need someone. For now, barring any snow, I’m going on Wednesday. The only time that I can remember snow in April was my fifth birthday party. And I am older than dirt, don’t you know.
Nesting goose
We were about halfway down the lane when we heard a noise. At first, we thought it was a bird calling. We also noticed something black in the road. A shoe? We soon realized that the noise was coming from the black shoe and, then, it started to move toward us. Definitely not a shoe. The shoe was a kitten. She let Sweetums pick her up. She purred and cried at the same time. Definitely talented. Sweetums handed me the house keys and the kitten and I took her home and Sweetums and Gus continued down the lane.
I brought her in and put her on the counter with some kitten chow. While she ate and purred and hollered, I got out the flea drops and put one on her neck. She didn’t even notice. She had fleas and ear mites and she was starving.
So now, we have another mouth to feed. And what a mouth!
I really didn’t need one. But trying to text on that tiny keyboard was getting to be a real pain. A touch pad would be so much easier to use. And I didn’t want to spend any more than what my son paid for his. After I got it home and started playing with it, I discovered that I can talk text. What more do I want? Wait a minute! Well, I’ll be. I can talk text, too. Hot damn! All right. I’ll quit acting like an idiot.
They wanted to sell me a case. I said, I’ll make one. I got a very sceptical look. What if you drop it. It will be well padded. The idea that anyone could make something useful was totally beyond them.
I got out the Stiff Stuff. I love/hate this stuff. I hate working with it. I love that it does what the name implies.
I traced around the phone twice. Then managed to cut them out without too much swearing.
Cutting the interfacing took some time.
The wide piece is a pouch for the earphones. It has to have a little pleat. The long one includes the flap. The third is the front. Each piece is about 1/4 inch wider and longer than the phone.
Picking fabric was easy. I got some leftover Rowan fabric.
I ironed the interfacing onto the wrong side of the desired fabric leaving enough space for seams.
And that’s as far as I’ve gotten today. Sweetums is getting hungry.
The temperature isn’t that bad, but it’s very humid.
Flo doesn’t mind. She still likes to work on her tan. She’s just a summertime cat.
I finished writing my sock pattern. I mailed it over, but it hasn’t arrived yet. The battery was very low and my laptop is ancient.
Twenty-eight years ago today, I was trying to take a nap in the back yard while Sweetums was painting our bedroom ceiling. I hadn’t slept well the night before due to the heat and an enormous belly. That night, my water broke while I was taking a bath–an interesting sight. Later, I went downstairs and cleaned the kitchen. Around 2Am, the pains started. I called Dr T and woke Sweetums and told Jenn. Sweetums didn’t believe me. I still had ten days to go. Idiot. It was time to go. That’s all there was to it. Jenn showed up about 15 minutes after we arrived. It was good to have them both there. My son showed up around 5:30AM. Life is good. Needless to say, it was not for several days until I got any sleep.
Sometimes I pick up kits just because there’s something in them that I haven’t tried. I made this beach bag for my daughter. I had never worked with screening before. It was a bit of a challenge, but I was very pleased with the results. And my daughter couldn’t be happier! She says it’s perfect. It has twelve deep pockets and plenty of room for the wet sandy stuff you have to haul.
Here’s the inside. I covered all the rough edges for protection. I would definitely make this again. I wonder if that shop has any more of those kits.
Next, I tried working with iron-on vinyl. I HATED it. I won’t be trying it again. It was a real pain in the ass.
Sweetums is about to die from starvation, so I guess I had better feed him.
