Thank you to those of you who chimed in on the post, “a great gust of wind.” I marked it ‘private’ this morning, sooner than I said I would.
Today I’m back to shrugging a bit and thinking, “it’s only money.” There’s more involved of course but the edge is gone — that never helpful edge.
Meanwhile, yesterday I destroyed this log cabin crib quilt by using the only functioning machine in the house right now to attach a satin binding. The tension is screwy. I’ve adjusted it repeatedly by sliding the top dial around but it’s time to get out the teeny screwdriver and adjust it at the bobbin level. Also, the needle is telling me it should be replaced — pop pop. It’s making too much noise when it enters the fabric. Every seam pulls and while I can pull back at the ironing board, it’s not always enough to remove the slight puckers. Very unsatisfactory.
It is grey and chilly and quiet, today. I plan to watch the Oscars. Do you? Next year I really have to do better. I think I’ve only seen three of the movies up for awards.