Another cloth that did strange things in the bleach. This brown gave me pink. The blue is unpicked thread. I don't know if I am "typical" of the hand sewers out there reading this- but I un-sew nearly everything- eventually. The equivalent of erasing.
If I need a fabric that is already "in use" in some other cloth- I take the old one apart. Even if it has been quilted as this brown had been- but not in such a way that I saw as "finished".. Nothing is ever permanent. With cloth. And with paper there is always the eraser or the pen.
It seems like the Pandemic has erased me. I don't feel particularly "here". I know my neighbors are still alive- they have their recycling containers out this morning. Mine, also. My son sent a few texts yesterday. His check in. So I don't worry. He just wants to eat a well prepared meal in a restaurant. Such a small want but magnified by it's impossibility in California. We discussed things he might eat. Oddly enough- we both are missing leafy greens. So I made a second trip to grocery yesterday for a large fresh bundle of kale. It's too cold for a big salad. But a nice mess of cooked greens...okay. They didn't have collards.
I got a big heavy bag of oranges. Navels as I forgot that I liked Cara Cara. But they are good. The Daily Orange. Green Food and Orange Food. And Oatmeal.
Husband is at the doctor for a lung check up and I am going to the library to pick up two books. I returned five yesterday. I made an appointment for an eye exam-- March 15th.
I don't know about all of you- but I am very very anxious about tomorrow.
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I'm anxious, but oh so eager for the peaceful transfer of power. For once, I plan on watching tv most of the day.
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