I admit it - I have an addiction, and I am proud of it.
My favorite store to spend an hour or six is a fabric store. My eyes feast as I browse the rows of rainbow colored silks, cottons, flannel and anything I can cut up and construct something from the pieces. So I have spent several days sitting on the floor doing my thing with scissors and thread. Later this week I will be moving to my workroom and will be thrilled to post photos of finished projects.
My next item on the list "waited forever" was a beautiful hand crocheted doily, a gift from my brother and his wife several years ago. After searching through frames at every thrift shop I entered for two years, I hit pay dirt. It was the day I stopped at the St. Vincent de Paul with a few donations. As I carried the bags and boxes in the crowded hallway used for incoming items I spied the perfect size frame sitting by the door. "Is that for sale?" I asked the worker.
"Everything in here is for sale." he replied.
"SOLD!" and I smiled all the way back my car. Unfortunately it waited an additional year for me to take the time to block and frame it. It needed new fabric and a good dusting, I knew I could handle both.
Rick brought my ironing board and iron to the front room and placed it on the floor. No legs were needed for the floor work I had planned. I pressed the scrap of midnight blue velour.
Early in recovery I also made a pattern out of my best fitting blue jeans of all time. My trusty seam ripper and I painstakingly picked the seams apart, pressed the jean pieces flat and now I have a pattern. My old cutting board came out of hiding and took it's place next to the ironing board. It wasn't long and my 'pattern' was pinned on denim fabric. I am excited to sew my new best fitting jeans of all time.
Last, but not least, I created some small pillows for my darling granddaughters. The fleece was a remnant from the scarves I gave them for Christmas. I used black yarn and sewed them together using a basic blanket stitch and poly-fill stuffing. The biggest challenge was pulling the needle through the fleece. Next time I will use an awl and make tiny holes before I thread my giant needle with yarn.
I think I hear large wooden hearts calling my name begging to be covered with quilt batting, fabric, ribbon and hooks. I guess they want to hold jewelry in the bedrooms of some of my favorite people.