Been a busy girl, this week. Started off all loverly and slow. Got my tree down, finally. Cleaned my bedroom. Does anyone elses' bedroom catch everything with an unknown address? "Mom? Where does this go?" "I don't know." "We'll just put in your room." "oh, thanks." Baskets of laundry that needed folding- you know, that last load of the day and I was just too tired... Those can add up, ya know. Cleaned my quilting room. Out of desperation, because I couldn't find my scissors. Wish I owned another pair, right about then. Found them in the bedroom. Put a quilt on the frame- it's still not quilted because of the missing scissors, now found, but then still missing. Kinda hard to cut batting with snips... But really, I was having a ball, just hibernating from the cold. Then Tanya called from Bahrain and said she wasn't gonna make it home in time for the scheduled opening of her quilt shop... so yeah, I said I'd open for her. I don't mind, but man! was it cold, and tiring. I'm just not used to working full time. Hope I never have to get used to it. I took kiddos with me and we got along fine. Not much business, because...I did mention how cold it's been, right? And now I'm home, again, and I am thinking it is going to take me a few days to recover.
So... nothing quilty to mention. I've been looking at my fabric. Does that count? I think the new year is always a slow sewing time, mostly because I did so much sewing before Christmas. Kinda burns you out for a short spell. The urge to sew always returns. Daniel, that's him up there, he's 16 and came home from work last night, all glum. He had ripped a hole in the seat of his best pants- which he doesn't normally wear to work, but he had "fun plans" for after work... I asked how he did it... he says he has no idea, but thinks it could be from bending over. I tried not to laugh, but really, that's ridiculous. Can you tell how skinny he is? And his pants just hang on him. But they all give out in just the same spot. In the middle of the seat, by the back pocket. I think he stuffs a rag in there, or something. That's some sewing I'll be doing.
A couple weeks ago, I patched a pair of his pants- really girls, it's a full time job with that one. See, usually he asks and I gripe about how hard he is on his pants and how he has some perfectly nice good jeans in his basket and why won't he wear those instead of the patched and patched again ones... he says they aren't soft enough. I say they will get soft if you wear them! Futile effort. So, anyway, I patched, secretly, and returned them to his basket. After 6 hours at work, he looks down and sees there are no safety pins holding his pants together... dh Bill says Dan almost cried, he was so touched that I patched them for him. Now ya gotta love that. I told him last night that I was gonna make sure he got another new pair of jeans, since his best were now work pants, and I'd get him 2 pairs of Dickie work pants. He's proven that he needs them. He's all worried about the expense. It's "only money" when you have a sweet kid like that.