It’s raining, it’s pouring the old man is snoring!

not really.  He is working.  In the rain and the muck and the mud.  Shout out to Scott!

Because the rain includes lots of lightening, I am not running the quilt machine.  Kind of a bummer because I’m in the middle of a project and I KNEW exactly how I was going to start today.  Oh well, there are always other things begging for my attention.

like laundry-started

floors—anyone besides me find a sense of satisfaction in vacuum lines?

surfaces—I suffer from piles.  If there is a flat surface, I feel compelled to pile some crap on it.  Yet I love a bare surface.  I’m complicated like that.

gridding—one of my happy places

reading—I am heading into Outlanders territory.  Have you read the series?  Did you watch the shows?

binding—just keep stitching!

That’s it.  A day in life ….

 

Cocktails at 9am

Recently 2 very nice adorable intelligent young men made a decision they regretted.  It involved fire.  Everyone is fine.  The carpet, not so much.  Even good smart awesome people make messes.  But messes can be cleaned up ya know?

Today is clean up day.  Very shortly a truck will arrive with new flooring for the family room.

Before picture:

see those lovely vacuum lines?  Scott called while I was vacuuming.  He questioned my purpose.  Why vacuum one more time when it is getting ripped out?

Well first of all, we can’t have people thinking we actually LIVE here.  We must remove all traces of human existence from this room!  Lol.  Not really.  That is just SILLY!

And secondly and more importantly, can you even imagine the satisfaction of vacuuming an entire room without having to go around a single piece of furniture?  Or move a piece of furniture?  Every one of those vacuum lines felt like a great big OCD hug.  That black spot that is circled?  That is melted carpet fibers.

We are replacing the carpet with carpet.  I would have preferred non-carpet because the dog is alive.  But the man was really set on carpet.  He likes to sink his toes into soft warm plushness of carpet.  He also likes a toasty warm bed and bath water temperatures in the pool.  I prefer ice cold sheets and cool enough pool temps that when you jump in, you gasp just a little.  As far as flooring goes, I just don’t like dog hair mixed in with carpet fibers.  But, all the other rooms in the house are carpet-less.  And it was really important to the man.  And less important to me.  Point goes to Scott in this round.

I picked out two samples to show Scott.  He liked them both.  They were very similar.  And then I looked at the name.  Carpets have names just like paints have names.  Did you know?

I chose the one named Cocktails.  Because…cocktails. 🥰

It’s 9:07 and where are my cocktails?  They are lost.  Because GPS directions like to play tricks on people trying to find me.  Better directions have been given with landmarks (there is sign in my pasture that says “Trent Cemetery”).

Cocktails will served soon.

And after:

Chachachanges

Change is HARD ya know?  Even or maybe especially when you are the one initiating change.  WHY??  Why is it so dang hard?!?

So I have been stewing for several months.  Years even really.  Not gut wrenching everyday stewing.  Just back of the mind, floats up during meditation, pinterest posting kind of stewing.  More like “habit stewing”

Well, guess what Martha?  I got off the pot.  I did.

Looks pretty wild right?   That’s what change can be my friends!!  WILD.  IN YOUR FACE.  SCARY.  NOTICABLE.  CHANGE.  No wonder my bejeeber freaks at change.  My resistance forcefield goes up.  The lid snaps shut on my box.

When I’m ready.  When the time is right.  When the stars align.  Change is okay-even good.  And sometimes, after it all gets processed, the end result is much more subtle than the initial changes that took place inside.  Big or small, every little change allows a little bit more of your light to shine.

 

Of course change involves others in one way or another.  Maybe someone else’s  actions nudge you to make changes.  Maybe your change causes a ripple effect for change in others.  Sometimes you need someone to help you change.  Sometimes it’s all of this.  It’s all butterflies.

I hooked up with Brittany for this change.  She is a sweetheart and just amazing at creating beautiful hair.  You can connect with her  HERE 

I am grateful for all the nudgers, ripples, and helpers in my life…you know who you are!

Fail.

So the church bake sale itself was a success.  But my little cookie holders, not so much.

I made 20 little holders using washi tape, burlap strips and buttons.

And I ended up buying 12 of them back before we dropped prices to 50%  for the last 10 minutes.

 

oh well Scott now has some fresh cookies and I have 12 decorated holders for some future event.

Oh well not a total loss.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, I guess I had a couple people trying to determine my age and so far I must be keeping the wrinkles at bay as the guess was a few years less than my actual age.  Thank goodness they weren’t trying to guess my weight.  Course maybe plumping up my wrinkles is what shaved those years off the guess.  Dang it.  Waddling off to the treadmill now.

10 more makes 80

        

Hmmm. Trysts only 9.  Hang tight while I figure out what happened with my numbering system…

so I thought this one was a duplicate snap of the same quilt, but I think it might be the 2nd of 3 identical but different sized tops.

  and yet….I don’t know….I’m going to say this is only 9 until I check it out closer.  I’m getting kinda close to 100……

Eliana

   Just look at those little lips!

More UFO tops

I think this makes it 70!