My Jude Hill Class Project. I took it with me to coffee date and Janet suggested I remove the little square patchwork things and add more of the plaid. Janet was correct. I don't know if the pink square upper left will stay. I was looking to balance the sides. Perhaps it will just serve for today-as a bit of pink fireworks??? But it does balance out the weight of the other side.
A class project is never really meant to be "something". It's more like a collection of homework assignments all in one place. I have certainly learned a lot. And Part II of the class which began yesterday--well, it's quite different but Jude is using the same platform of the three cat trees. Whether I continue working on this along with the new class or begin something new....I am enjoying the journey.
And, truth be told, I would NEVER have made this piece, up top, on my own. Never.
I took a picture of my sewing room but will not publish it. The room I am using to sew is very very small and it contains all my husband's things. His desk, chair and three bookcases and one file cabinet and the gun cabinet. I have very little space to store things. So they get piled on the desk chair. Rolled around the room. My space is the ironing board, sewing machine and cutting table. A few feet of carpet. A window which is my saving grace here. I can look outside as I sew on the machine. Very little storage space even in the tiny closet. After finishing a project-like the baby quilt-I have to take all the fabric I used back into the Magic Attic closet. Up and down. All the time.
Good exercise but hard on my hip joint on the right side.
Sometimes I stay up in the Attic--which was once upon a Time my actual work space. Very very hot in the Summer time and cold in the Winter. But big and open and a nice space to work in. I had a tv up there and music and it was where I made so many things. Far away from home. Which was downstairs.
I wonder how I can talk G into dismantling his office? Moving out. Packing things up--he actually has no use for any of it. I could fold my fabric onto the bookcase shelves. Easy to see what I have. Oh, well. Something to dream about. Having shelves.
Right now, it's the Fourth of July and we just need to get Riley through the evening of fireworks going off in the dark. We have no plans for a cook out or anything. I have a few bags of sweet cherries we can eat and spit out the pits. If you need me--I'll be down in the "office" folding polka dots and then up in the Magic Attic putting them away in the Magic Closet.
And the rain and humidity has made the grass grow very tall. We need to mow.
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Would he notice if you just started making things disappear? I'm starting to to that downstairs. Jim was a hoarder and so is Colin. 1/3 of the living room is a great heap of boxes of Crap. I think there are things living in there. One small bag into the kitchen trash at a time, I chip away at it. Moving a mountain with a teaspoon, but it's moving.
My daughter saw this and asked--is it supposed to BE SOMETHING??? I said no.
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