On my tombstone (there won’t be a tombstone because I want to be tree mulch when I die, not in a box), it will say, “She was tired.” Seriously. So much of my life is about tired. And sleep. And the lack thereof. Too much to do.
We survived the first day of school. I think. If I look back at last year, I should be totally exhausted every day this week. So that’s nice. Nothing new. I did manage more quilting, although only 2 1/2 hours last night. I was hoping to get all the outlining done, but I have a head, a tree arm, a giant cloud, a sun, and a lightning bolt to finish. Then I can do the background, which is bigger than I thought it was. I forgot about all the stuff around the tree branches. Definitely not solid in there. I’m 12 hours in…
I finished this woman first…well, after the cat…
Then walked out of my office and saw this…
Boychild added the little dog…who was perturbed. Calli didn’t even move. She didn’t even open her eyes. Old lady…
This is the woman I didn’t quite finish. That’s where I stopped. One arm done, one not.
It was just about midnight. I’m trying to go to bed at a reasonable hour. I’m going to have to quilt all that background tonight.
It’s not huge, but it’s not small. Either way, I think I’ll be buying binding tomorrow. Then I can get it washed and ready to put on Saturday. Before I hike. In my sleep. Because that’s what it feels like right now. Sleepwalking and hot flashes.
More yarn bombing from Sweden…
I wish I had something pithy to say right here, but I need to finish this cup of tea and another before that’s happening. Good morning, world.
