Saturday, March 2, 2024

Snare Drum

 


Aaron and me at Mason High School at Music for All.  His Symphonic Band was one of the first performances of the day.  It wasn't a competition, but they did get evaluated.  I missed his other concerts this year, and I did want to hear the snare drum and other percussion instruments he played.  (The snare drum was awesome.)

And no, I'm not short.  I'm not as tall as I once was, but I'm not short.  It's just that Aaron is - tall.


Friday, March 1, 2024

Button Eyes


The unembellished fish got their button eyes, and the wall hanging is finished.  Once it's delivered to its new owner I can show you the finished quilt.

I'm sitting over here just breathing.  Feeling joy that this delayed quilt is finished.  Feeling a little sad because I've lived with it so long and now it will be leaving.  Feeling more than a little sad that it wasn't the promised Christmas gift.  Feeling validated that little goals make a project come together.  And feeling amazed, too, that when I started there was none of this, just an idea in my head of what could happen.

It was truly a "build the bridge as you walk on it" project.  Cutting up that first swim suit was so, so scary.  Figuring out how to incorporate the slithery glittery Lycra into quilt form took longer than I thought it should.  I didn't know if using free motion for the applique would work.

But here we are, and this afternoon I'm just breathing.


Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Compression

 


I never thought there would be compression socks with my name on them, but here we are.  At least they aren't ugly, and there are more colors in the package, so there's that.

This was going to be the day I painted around the last fish on the wall hanging, but then I saw one more fish hanging out that needed paint.  So, tomorrow.  Then some of those fish will get button eyes and that will be that.

You never asked, but don't get Michael's house brand of fabric paint.  Those little bottles are enticing, but you'll wish you'd bought the Tulip brand.

My church will be having a 50th anniversary celebration in October and I've been asked to do a "big" banner for that.  So far, no information about what the theme will be or how big is "big."  Time is getting short for planning and making, so I'll just have to start on my own.

And now I'm thinking that I have these lovely bottles of fabric paint, so maybe I can incorporate some paint.  That's how these things work.  And there are fifty little black buttons in the package and I only need eight.

Monday, February 26, 2024

Dreaming

 

Of course there will be other seeds, on other days, but these are the ones that came in the mail today. Summer squash that are, hopefully, more bushy than vine-y, although they will need to be staked.  Marigolds in a blush color.  My favorite basil.  

It's the time of the year for dreaming, especially on days like today when the temperature almost reached 70 and the sun was shining.  Tomorrow, perhaps, I'll start those marigolds and the basil in little peat pellets.  The squash need fewer days to planting, and the nasturtium do best directly seeded into the flower bed.

In mid March the rest of the order will come - a gooseberry plant.  It's my personal do over.  In my last house there was a row of gooseberries beside the driveway.  I liked those gooseberries and made a pie or two.  My husband, though, didn't like the way they looked and one day I came home to find him digging them out.  Grrrr.  I don't know why it's taken sixteen years of living in this house before I planted my own gooseberry, which is supposed to grow to be a large plant.

There will be another do over for my daughter.  My uncle always had ground cherries.  I don't know whether he planted them every year or whether they reseeded, but they are an annual.  Every year at Thanksgiving there would be ground cherry pie, and every year my daughter ate pumpkin pie instead.  Now she is sorry that she never tried that pie.  I'm not sure how many ground cherry plants it takes to make a pie, but hopefully there will be enough.

Sunday, February 25, 2024

Thankfully Negative



The morning after comforter knotting last week, I got an email from one of the participants that she had tested positive for Covid.  I hoped that since I had Covid at Christmas I had good antibodies.

Five days later, it appears that's what happened.  (Apparently, the newest strains have a shorter incubation period than the original one.)

This morning I made a snack mix using Pickapeppa Sauce.  It's an adaptation from a Southern Living recipe, less spicy than the original.  It's still plenty spicy.

1/2 5 oz bottle Pickapeppa Sauce, 1/2 cup butter, 1/2 cup light    brown sugar, 1 tsp chili powder, 3/4 tsp cayenne pepper, 1        tsp kosher salt, 6 cups Rice Chex, 4 cups pretzels, 12 oz can        salted peanuts

Combine pretzels, Rice Chex, and peanuts in a large bowl.  In a sauce pan, heat Peckapeppa Sauce, butter, light brown sugar, and spices.  Pour half of heated mixture over dry mixture in large bowl, stirring gently. Add remaining heated mixture.  Spread mixture on two rimmed baking sheets lined with parchment paper.  Bake about an hour and fifteen minutes, 250 degrees, stirring every 15 minutes and rotating baking sheets after 45 minutes.  Let cool on baking sheets for thirty minutes.

By the way, "Smear" was a good first Wordle word.  (See yesterday's post.)

 

    




Saturday, February 24, 2024

Last One

 


What an amazing thing.  After way too long, all the fish are appliqued on the wall hanging.

This was the last, and one of the prettiest.  And one of the thickest and most rigid.  I couldn't use my quilter for it but the ruler foot on my sewing machine worked fine.  There was also some hand sewing involved for those fish with beading that came up to the edge.

It's an amazing feeling to have come this far.  The wall hanging was supposed to be a Christmas gift but we know how that turned out.  It was one of the things that bothered me in the hospital, the knowing that someone would be disappointed.

But here we are.  What is left now is to outline some of the fish with glittery fabric paint.  I'll need to be patient because the paint takes several hours to dry so I can only do a row at a time.  I don't want any smears.  

Hmmm, that could be a first Wordle word - smear.  I'll try it tomorrow.




Thursday, February 22, 2024

Maintenance

 


My car went in for its first service this morning.  And now it's lovely and washed.  The first service is complementary, probably to show customers what a nice job they do.  Including washing the car.

That isn't my car in the picture, it's a car in the show room.  For months the show room had been empty of cars.  I guess production finally caught up.

One more thing on my list of postponed things can be crossed off.

Sitting in the show room (I like to sit there instead of in the small waiting room) I realized that in my hurrying to get out the door I'd forgotten to eat breakfast.  Never even thought of it.  It's been ten days since my last prednisone pill, and I can tell a difference in my appetite.  I'm much less apt to look for a snack between  meals and I'm not always thinking about the next meal.