I'm back in the sanity chair after my morning's OD on caffeine. Which I followed with a lie down that turned into a snorathon 2 hour nap. Which then had me whirlwinding around the house, desperately cleaning up before friends came for dinner.
(Guess it's lucky I sent my friends to the wrong suburb, eh? That's a good trick to buy a crucial half hour.)
Sorry kids, if you're reading this, you know we love you because we saved the food 'til you got here!
There hasn't been a lot of sewing here for the last two days and I think I'm going to have withdrawal symptoms if this keeps up. ("Hey honey, anyone who reads my blog is going to think I'm chemically-dependent or cycling an OD-withdrawal thing. You cool with that?") I find that if I don't get even a few minutes - just those magic ten minutes - to sew, I notice it. That's my main pleasure in hand stitching: slowing down, enjoying the road not the result, letting the fabric and the method dictate the pace. We live our lives at such speed, and I'm just as guilty as anyone else of cramming too much into a day and not leaving enough time to 'be'.
This little penguin finished himself on Wednesday, and he was hijacked on Thursday by a beloved 94-year-old who decided he is coming to live with her. So now he resides on a bedside table. (Let's hope he's a well-behaved penguin who doesn't fiddle about with the settings on her hearing aid.) We did agree that he looks a little bit tipsy, but she wanted to adopt him despite any habits he may have.
Lots of projects on the go at the moment:
- Summer brights quilt. Zing-zing!
- Two more applique tea towels, in bright red and turquoise.
- Screenprinted t-shirt - love the print but need to alter the very high neckline of the men's t-shirt in order to avoid drawing attention to the 'big friends'.
On the mental back-burner, soon to get cracking: - A secret small wedding celebration gift, a baby play blanket, pyjama pants, new handles for old bags (who you calling an old bag? ...ah, the old jokes are best...) and several op-shop alterations. Hey, if I leave it long enough the seasons will change and the 'other' bag of op-shop alterations will come out of the closet. Such efficiency.