Aye, yi, yi! So much going on, I had to stop and clean up the cluttered nest. How can one create when the debris from so many projects is clogging one’s ability to mentally match notches and small dots?
Last week I went junking with my favorite friend in my old town, and bought what the lady at the estate sale insisted was a genuine leather office chair. She sat snugly in a Laz-e-boy next to the deceased person’s crystal goblets and silver-plated platters, like a Cheshire cat; showing teeth. “You won’t EVER find another one like this, at least not at the price of $20!” I wanted to blurt out, “I don’t think it’s leather,” but she continued, “Unh-hunh! You’ll NEVER find another chair like this one. It’s got some scratches on the wood, but I’d put shoe polish on those..blah, blah…blah blah blah…” I was kind of repelled by her visually stalking me as I went around looking at stuff. But after checking everything out, I bought the chair, and the mat it was sitting on with the little plastic spikes that dig into the carpet, which allow you to roll around while you’re sitting. Check it out, see if you think I got gypped.
Now, if you come into the sewing room, see me in my new captain’s chair and hear me mutter “Steady as she goes,” it’s because in the inner recesses of my mind, I don’t want to see William Shatner as the dad in $#(* My Dad Says, which is a stupid comedy that makes Shatner look old and idiotic, but to remember him from the freewheelin’ sci-fi days as you know, Captain Kirk. At least in my sewing room, I’m at the helm. Go ahead on, Scotty, soon as I figure out where to to tell you to go next.
I did some organizing of the out-of-control fabric stash, standing the pieces of fabric up in drawers so I can see them all, rather than piling one on top of another so I’d have to look under the top piece to see any of the others. I like it so much better this way.
So the top drawer has green, purple and orange, the 2nd drawer has blue and yellow, and the 3rd drawer has red and pink. The bottom 2 drawers hold shades of black, and white and muslin, respectively. The only colors not in this dresser are beige and brown. Much better than before, where I just had them all piled on top of each other, with the purple, green, orange, yellow and blue in trash bags stored in the closet. I’m getting more legit!
Now, this stack is for some projects coming up, so in a couple of months, it will be gone. Except for that raggedy quilt on the bottom, I want to try to fix that some time. It was made by my gran, and some of the fabric in it is so old it’s just disintegrated.
I made a list of the projects I want to finish for fall. If I can keep track of them in my planning matrix, I tend to keep working on them until I can check them off my list.The different steps I can check off are Prepare, Cut, Sew, Embroider, and Finish. Any more details than that, and I tend to obsess more and sew less.
Yes, that’s a neoprene splint on my wrist. I’m going to the doctor next week to have my ganglion cyst imploded by a cortisone shot. Now, the cheap and creative solution in a down economy, to deal with a ganglion cyst, or “Bible Bump” as they were sometimes called, is to crack down on it with the spine of a book. I have done that in the past. After you get through screaming “OOOOWWWW!” you do end up feeling better, in the long run. My dad had a ganglion cyst, too, in the same spot. Someone was telling me their relative had one on his ankle, and he used to hit it with a hammer. Nooo! Next week, I hope to be in an episode with no wrist pain!