Posts Tagged ‘tunic pattern’

It’s Been a Week

November 22, 2010

I was busy.  I didn’t feel like it.  I had a little cold.  I was too grumpy.  Take your pick.  Or, pick them all.  And now for some good news.

The new kitchen cabinets have been fixed and reinstalled.  Sweetums has all ready taken all the hanging pots and pans down and put them away in drawers.   However, he needs to learn that the heaviest ones do not need to go in the bottom drawers.  He also took down the ugly, dirty rack.  No one is in danger of getting hit anymore.  The next thing on our list is taking down the wall.  I hope it is in Frank’s repertoire.

The tunic is finished.  I need to wash it again before sending it off.  I love this pattern.  It’s so great for winter.  I also loving having both my machines up and running at the same time.  Making this garment took so much less time than the others that I have made.  Sewing is fun again.

“What’s for Supper?”

November 5, 2010

I really didn’t want to hear those words.  Was it that late?  “I don’t know.  I’m busy.”  When I’m working on something, I hate to stop in the middle.  It has never occurred to him that I might want to finish what I’m doing before doing what he wants.  So I ignore him and keep working.  I was almost finished anyway.  What’s an extra 15 or 20 minutes?  What was I doing?  I was making my tunic pattern in another size.  I was hoping to use the same facings, but they just refused to fit.  I managed to cut new ones out of some scraps.  I headed to the kitchen and started digging around.  I found some small red potatoes that I had bought at a vegetable stand that had closed about a month so I figured it was time to eat them.  I washed and scraped them and put them in the microwave.  I found some frozen scallops which I thawed in the sink.  What about veggies?  Well, there’s leftovers and corn(Doug’s favorite).  I sautéed the scallops with a little butter, parsley, dill, onion, garlic and bacon.  They were good.  Doug dumped salsa on his.  He dumps salsa on just about everything.  Sometimes I wonder.