Monday morning intentions may be the purest of the week. Renewed energy and vitality coming off of a satisfying weekend can make for enormous plans. I'll weed this garden, run hoses to that garden, fertilize the daylilies ... until I step out into an early morning pea soup that attempts to pass for breathable air. The Hudson Valley humidity must be climbing to at least 500 %, and this, at only 6:30 am. It's just damp and hot and wretched and I'm reminded why I hate the tropics.
The sewing room is the only sensible place to be today. I've been cleaning it out in stages. The magazines have been deviling me - why is it so hard to part with Quilters Newsletters from the 70's? Before I can discard even one magazine, I feel inclined to study intently leaf through each page, check out all submissions. Before I knew what had hit me, I was sewing strips.
This is a fun project whose pattern I've held onto since 2006. It should be ready for its debut tomorrow -
Orange slices - irresistible! I'm keeping this little fabric wreath out so that I can add strips to it as well. Sometimes I find that multi-tasking in the sewing room is the only thing that works for me.
I'm all about process. To that end, here are two projects that are zipping along - my Hug Me sock in Jawoll and -
(can this one pose, or what?!)
then there is this solitary creature who refuses to inspire me much at all ...
But I'm not giving up on her because I KNOW, in my heart of hearts, that this little vanilla pattern is a keeper!
