Sunday, November 05, 2017

Weekend Update

This week - seems like it's going to be another busy one, but fortunately, not flat out at work.

 Let's start with that Next 4
#1 Rhoda's Quilt almost done quilting DONE!

 #2 Juli's Quilt top's done, need batting Have back and batting. I'm going to get this put together today, I think  Mailing deadline from US is Dec 7, but I think I might take a day off and go up to Quebec and mail it from there.

 #3 That obnoxious one top's also done, need batting I have back and batting for this, but Juli's has a deadline.

 #4 Braiden (Christmas 2018) no earthly idea. Yeah, still there.

Menu
November
5 Sunday: Beef Stew & Biscuits
6 Monday: Grilled Cheese & Tomato Soup
7 Tuesday: *Daniel's cooking (I'm out)
8 Wednesday: Ravioli
9 Thursday: Breakfast for Dinner
10 Friday: Pizza
11 Saturday: Chicken fingers & fries
12 Sunday: Crockpot Chicken & Stuffing
13 Monday: Quiche & Salad
14 Tuesday: Ham & Scalloped Potatoes
15 Wednesday: Lasagna
16 Thursday: Meatloaf
17 Friday: Pizza
18 Saturday: Mac & Cheese
19 Sunday
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23 Thursday Thanksgiving
24 Friday Pizza
25 Saturday Hot Turkey Sandwiches
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27 Turkey Soup & Bread
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Woo!  Go me!
Okay, time to get busy now, though.  Some groceries, and then sewing.  Dinner's already in the crockpot.

Thursday, November 02, 2017

Wabi sabi

Yesterday's picture, of this mug, is my mantra at the moment.  Can a picture be a mantra?  

From Wikipedia: 
Wabi-sabi () is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection.


My mug is imperfect.  It was imperfect when I got it; it is handmade by I know not whom.  I paid a dime at the thrift store and I loved it was soon as I saw it.  Whoever created it had spilled a drop of blue glaze inside, "spoiling" the tan speckled interior.  Or enhancing it.  It became even more imperfect shortly after I started using it - the handle fell off!  But despite its flaws, despite its shortcomings, I still love its honesty.  I love the color, and the shape, and the way it looks with my coffee in it.  I love that someone spent time to create this with their hands.  Like the other voices I hear, this mug speaks to me.  Broken is not useless.  Damaged is not destroyed.  

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Me too

#MeToo is all over the social media.  After the bravery of a few women to call out, legally, sexually predatory behaviour by Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein, many others came forward to reveal that they too, had been assaulted by Weinstein, by others.  #MeToo is shorthand for "I too, have been sexually assaulted, or harassed, or abused,"  and the volume, the every-other-Facebook-post number was  staggering.  And it wasn't.  I am sure I have never met a woman who has not been the object of unwelcome sexual attention.  It's normal.  I don't mean it's acceptable, it isn't.  But it has become part of who we are.  It is an understood plot feature of the female narrative.  I have never shared my stories, not sure if there is value in sharing them, in fact.  I have forgiven, and I think I'll go back to forgetting, too.

My #MeToo stories are mine.  I don't want to share them but that does NOT mean they are any less real than the stories of those who DO choose to share.  Not sharing doesn't make me less of a woman, it doesn't take away my power, and it doesn't make my abusers, my assaulter, or my harassers less culpable.

#MeToo?  Yes, me too.  My stories, my terms.



Monday, October 16, 2017

Done. :)

 This is Rhoda's quilt, and it's DONE!  I'll hand it off today, with my best wishes.  $53 in materials (yay sales and coupons!) and about 22 hours of my time.  As I've said, it's not really my style, I'm not a sampler kind of quilter, but it was fun to stretch a little.  I'm not sure if the picture of the quilting on the back enlarges, but I really am pretty pleased with the free hand center part. 

It did soften up in the wash, and puckered up sufficiently to sink the quilting thread into the quilt so it's not so obvious.  I like it. 

Today I picked up a batt for Juli's quilt, and I'm sure I have enough of something for the back.  I doubt I'll get to it this week, maybe next weekend, though.  Unless the weather insists I keep going on the yard.  Last day to mail to Canada... dunno.  But I'll find out.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Succulent!

I found these very tiny succulents in my garden Saturday.  I don't know what they are, some sort of sedum, I suspect.  Maybe a volunteer, maybe a hitchhiker that caught a ride on something else I planted.  I love them!  I was busy with the fall cut down, rake out clean up and discovered these sweet babies in a weedy patch of dianthus.  I found a few others a foot or so away.  For scale those dead pine needles are about three inches long, they're teeny!  And I could have so easily raked them out without even noticing.

But I noticed.

It was the voice, the reminder to Slow Down.  And I did.  I made time to just be this weekend.  I sat beside water and drank coffee outside.  I weeded by hand and I spent some time contemplating the beauty of the ten million box elder bugs that have descended on out tiny town.  They're really very beautiful.  And abundant.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

I tend...


I get a daily dose of Gretchen Rubin's Happiness Project in my feed reader.  The other day, she offered a link to a quiz to determine which of her Four Tendency categories you most likely fit into.  I'm an Upholder, apparently.

An Upholder accepts rules, whether from outside or inside. An upholder meets deadlines, follows doctor’s order, keeps a New Year’s resolution.  Upholders respond readily to outer and inner expectations.
Yeah, that's me.

I make a menu, I follow it.  I make a To Do list, I check off those boxes.  It's what works for me, and without those parameters, I flounder.  Nothing motivates me like a deadline.  Or a finish line.  And I'm really okay with that.

The quilt I posted yesterday, Rhoda's quilt is for the sister of a (let's say) friend.  I don't know Rhoda well, at all, but I have met her and I like her.  When I discovered that she was getting married at the end of the month, my finish line appeared.  And yes, I will be done in time.  All the machine quilting is done, the binding is attached and needs only to be hand sewn to the back.  It's one of my most favorite parts of the process.  I'm not sure how it's going to go without my assistant, though.  I miss you, Beanie.  320(ish) inches of hand stitching, a run through the washer and dryer, a bow and a card, and done.

Next up is Juli's quilt, and it is getting the fastest of finishes.  No fancy quilting on this one.  The design won't be diminished by an allover meander, and she won't care.  I'll move beyond the hard feelings, and all will be well.  I need to look up the last day for shipping to Canada to make it for Christmas.  That'll be that deadline.  And then?  Dunno.



I do know.  This nonsense.