this week shows no signs of improvement.
i feel like a spider’s meal.
just waiting.

this week shows no signs of improvement.
i feel like a spider’s meal.
just waiting.

and that’s about all i can muster today.

and that’s about all i can muster today.

and that’s about all i can muster today.

at least i managed a walk this morning and there is a beautiful pot of roasted butternut squash and black bean soup on the stove.
and maybe i’ll have a mini trampoline to jump on tomorrow.
because my lymph needs cleaning.

at least i managed a walk this morning and there is a beautiful pot of roasted butternut squash and black bean soup on the stove.
and maybe i’ll have a mini trampoline to jump on tomorrow.
because my lymph needs cleaning.

at least i managed a walk this morning and there is a beautiful pot of roasted butternut squash and black bean soup on the stove.
and maybe i’ll have a mini trampoline to jump on tomorrow.
because my lymph needs cleaning.

i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.

i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.

i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.

There’s a new guy in town. I can’t decide whether he looks suspicious or sinister. Maybe he’s both. He’ll be packing his bags and going off to Seattle in a few days to keep his beady little eyes on the new baby. Baby Benjamin.

I hope he likes him.

There’s a new guy in town. I can’t decide whether he looks suspicious or sinister. Maybe he’s both. He’ll be packing his bags and going off to Seattle in a few days to keep his beady little eyes on the new baby. Baby Benjamin.

I hope he likes him.

There’s a new guy in town. I can’t decide whether he looks suspicious or sinister. Maybe he’s both. He’ll be packing his bags and going off to Seattle in a few days to keep his beady little eyes on the new baby. Baby Benjamin.

I hope he likes him.

I pull out this quilt at least once a year. It was made by the Dishwasher’s great Grandmother Lola and many others. They all signed their names in perfect chain stitch.
It is a marvel. I can identify a few stitches but most are new to me. I’ve been studying on it. Trying to figure out how some of them were done but I have a feeling many of them were made up as they went along. Compound stitches. They stitched along and thought maybe they’d add this one to that one and see how it looked. They used superior thread because none of it is damaged while some of the fabric has frayed badly. Some one’s pants or jacket. I’m certain not one bit of the fabric used was bought for the purpose of making a quilt.

Still stitching away on my own re purposed fabrics. I’m almost done on one. Machine stitching it which goes pretty fast. The other, my boy, that will take a while. I’m definitely hand stitching that one.
My hands are very busy.