The stack of fabrics on the sewing machine chair. The top fabric is the Goodwill find for one dollar. Everything else is from the Magic Closet in the Attic. I'm not sure about the aqua dotted fabric. It's the only aqua I have in the stash and the focus piece seems to need a bit of that color in the patchwork.
Jude is talking about patchwork in the new class. Asking us to quickly define the word as it pertains to us. The meaning it has for us.
Pulling things together. Finding solutions. Making odd things work together. Serendipity. That last word is what makes patchwork so much of an adventure for me. Serendipity. When you randomly pull a fabric out of the stash and magic happens. The whole of it just slips into place and is RIGHT. It certainly keeps me interested in cloth. It keeps me interested in giving ANY combo a working opportunity. And the stipulation of the focus fabric being something found at Goodwill. Even more fun. I am considering cotton print clothing items as a source focus fabric.
Disappointment. That was the word for yesterday. I watched episode one of Homeland season 7 on Watchathon and when I clicked on episode 2--nothing. I ended up yelling at the woman on the Xfinity help line. She wanted us to disconnect TiVo. Would not accept that Xfinity was the problem. So, I will not know what happened next on episode 2. And Watchathon 2019 is a Great Disappointment to me. No movies that had been made in the last 10 years. Mostly it was series work. Homeland, True Detective, Games of Thrones, Deadwood etc. And I would imagine, disconnecting the viewers just as things got interesting--with the hope they would then buy HBO. No.
We also had a disappointing lunch at a local restaurant where things are usually quite good.
I had a burger and it took time and concentration to cut it into small bite sized segments so I could eat it with my fork and knife in the European fashion. It was very tall and had several layers of components. My primary care doctor would be thrilled to read this. She calls tiny bites of food "mindful eating" only she wants me to think about each bite before eating it. Analyzing the textures, flavors etc. I spent my Time analyzing the size of bite I could comfortably chew.
I sealed the Tax envelopes BEFORE G signed the forms. So I had to open them. It never ends.
2 comments:
Love the selection of fabrics! Sounds like something I would do on the "sealing the envelope too soon."
OMG yes. And when G said--did I sign them? I was ready to slap myself in the forehead.
I'm making a pie. Rhubarb custard. Old fashioned. From rhubarb in the freezer.
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