From a creative standpoint [picture in your mind, someone standing and pointing at a fabric remnant] last week was strange. I was recovering from lithotripsy, a medical procedure in which you get naked except for a hospital gown and a pair of socks with rubber traction-stripes. Next, you lie on a table, and a machine that looks like a giant play-doh fun factory extrusion tool (only not in colors like purple or lime green, but white) pounds your kidney with sound waves three thousand times in a row. You need to be anesthetized as you go through the process.
As I was recovering from that over the next few days, I made a couple of play pillows. Here is one:I found a remnant that featured Marvel comic characters, a venue that one of my young grandkids can’t get enough of. This pillow, at first, started out to be a duffle bag. I let the machine stitch his name on the front. I realized I didn’t have enough fabric for the bottom and strap of a duffle, but by then, I thought I could picture him much better slamming into a big fat pillow after flying around the house wearing a cape, and so I made it, drawing another remnant of green cotton flannel out of the stash for the oval-shaped top and bottom. I did not use any sort of pattern but kept sewing until it turned into the monstrosity it became. I used up my entire stash of stuffing and batting, as well. I feel that being on pain pills for a few days facilitated this creative process.
Meanwhile, things were happening on the other side of the world. My son who’s been continuously deployed since his last leave in January came home a bit earlier than planned, so I got to scoot out of town with his wonderful wife and meet him at the airport. And we did not drive to the local airport to pick him up, we drove to the airport that is an 11-hour drive away from my house!Yay for air travel!