I tried. I really tried to get to some stitching today. But, alas, I made jam, drove into town to do some banking, picked up the mail a kilometer down the road, washed dishes at least 7 times, had a zoom meeting, paid some bills, paid off the bank credit line totally, for now. Did I say make jam? Only 3 batches today totaling 24 jars. I ate 3 lovely meals that someone else cooked, 2 of them outside. I could get used to this.
The thing with stitching
Friday Night With Friends is that their Friday night in Australia begins at night but mine begins here in Canada very early Friday morning. But it is night now and I can sit back and relax with some hand stitching. The newest
3030 Quilt block was released and I have not yet pulled fabrics for that. I could do that now. Maybe.
It is the beginning of July and the year is half over and I was looking at my goals for 2020 to see if I was on track or totally derailed. Among other things, I wanted to complete the 2 Antique Wedding Sampler blocks that I started a couple of years ago. And I flipped through the book Primarily Quilts written by Di Ford-Hall, that has the pattern, drooling over most of the patterns. I think I might have enough fabric in my endless cupboard to make all of them at least twice in several colorways. Also, I cleared off, at least I tried, one of the tables here in my quilt room and put away patterns and fabrics and little girls keep passing through here and asking to play UNO.
Precious little things. They are having a surprise birthday party for their Dad my son tomorrow at noon because they go to their mom's after lunch. and he knows all about the surprise party but not the real surprise. The girls have been learning to play the ukelele to serenade him. And he is paying for the pizza and all the workers in the strawberry patch will be joining us. But first, they are setting up a white bedsheet on the trampoline outside to use as a screen for an outdoor movie since it is dark now and I have not picked up a needle yet, and my computer was turned off most of the day. If I turn off the lights in here, I could watch through the window. But I could not stitch in the dark. Not very well anyway.
So I have had most of an hour here to myself without a needle in hand. But there is always tomorrow.
Blessings,
Chris