I spent this afternoon stitching and was reminded why I haven’t done much stitching (or reading) this summer. I can’t see worth beans! My eyes are so slow at focusing. Today I used the magnifying glass on my craft lamp. That’s a pain in the tush. I had my glasses on, but had to have the magnifying glass at just the right distance. Too close or too far was blurry. Just right was great! I threaded a small needle on…
I haven’t really lost all my stamina–only in over 80° heat. Today was in the 70°s and I worked outside for four hours. I could have continued longer if I’d started earlier and were more organized. I think I will work outside tomorrow if I haven’t pulled my back. (The hardest thing I did was water all my large pot garden, but sometimes that’s all it takes.) It’s so amazing what working outside does for my mental state. Besides watering,…
I spent my afternoon auditioning fonts. I have so-o-o-o-o-o many fonts. I need to go through them and sort them into types–script, regular, decorated and monogram. Maybe others. Anyway, I did that to update my header and background for autumn. The winners were Green Farmhouse for the title and Butterfly for the tagline. I like how it looks on my laptop. I looked on my phone and the most there was a flash before it focused on the words. Here…
And as seems to have become the norm, I haven’t done half the projects I planned for summer. That’s the only thing I hate about getting older–not having the energy or stamina to work physically from eight or nine in the morning until three, four or five in the afternoon. Yesterday I worked outside for about ninety minutes, and though the temperature was only low 80°s, I was wiped out. Still, I did manage to plant the candytuft Debie gave…
Monday It took me two full afternoons to read through my list of Ragmates blogs. This is not because I was so far behind. Or because Ragmates are wordy writers–some post very infrequently and the daily posters don’t usually ramble on as I usually do. No. It’s because they all seem to stir my imagination and/or curiosity. I started reading these blogs through Spirit Cloth . . . Tuesday Obviously, this is what I did today. Wednesday Today I was…
I’m a homebody. I have ADD. I’ve done nothing this week because I’ve had appointments and have been pulled away from my routine (such as it is) by those, and other things, every day. My introverted homebody-ness borders on being a hermit. I’m able to go for a long time with no more outside contact than occasional texting. I’m not really sure how long, and it probably varies because I do like and need human contact sometimes, but I get…
My mind is swirling. Oh! How I wish I could type as fast as I think, or even talk as fast as I think. So much gets lost in the translation. Jude posted her definition of Art which led to a lively discussion. Marti included a link to a similar long-ago discussion and I read that all too. I looked up the dictionary definition of art. I like Jude’s better. It’s clearer to me. I also liked Nancy D’s definition…
1:00 p.m. I think a month goes by as fast as a week (or less) used to. I never get used to it. I can remember when summer lasted a long time. Now it seems like the other three seasons together go by faster than summer used to go. I’m in a mood, today. Woke up that way. I can’t remember enough of my dream to know what set it off, but waking up cold did not help. I’ve come…
Tuesday we had our GabCraft meeting. Rather than work on our macramé, we did string art. It was difficult, mainly because the “instructions” were horrible. Kris, who had the most complex design, was actually missing half of hers. Not that they would help much. Elaine (Kris’s BFF) had the best directions. After saying how to do it, which none of us understood, it said “Or use your imagination and be creative.” So she just did what she felt like doing….
And I’m cold because when the temps are above 90°, Iqbal needs the a/c on. It’s not set too low the way most commercial places seem to be, but even 75° seems cold when you’ve been out in 90°. I don’t understand how someone who grew up in India without a/c can’t take any heat. Of course, he feels cold when outside temperatures fall below 65°-70°, too. Work on the sewing room goes slowly. That’s partly because I get distracted….