I created a post this morning and filled it with pictures, because I think I thought I would sit there at lunch or in a quiet moment at school, taking a break from the prep crazy, and I would write some short pithy (doesn’t pithy mean short? well, sort of) amazing blurbs to go along with the pictures. Oh yeah. Ha ha. Laugh all you like. It’s 5 PM and I’m writing it now. Welcome to my world.
I was up early, taking the girlchild to the airport, sending her back to Boston, which is her home, as is San Diego. We will miss her…especially this guy…
I had to be at school early anyway. My brain wasn’t working well though.
I forgot about this. One of the professional learning things last Friday was a few sessions on self-care. One of them was adult coloring. Well I didn’t think much of the coloring pages they gave us, so I drew on top of the one I grabbed.
Hey, one thing I KNOW is self care, dammit.
I finally finished the edges on this. Now it can go.
Ah yes. Coming home to sleep. I’m surprised there’s no puppy there.
This is how far I got on this on Friday…
Pretty good for one day. Of course, I was paying attention to all the talking. In fact, I pay BETTER attention when I’m drawing or stitching. So there.
Yesterday’s hawk in the tree outside my office window.
He was eating something. Ripping it to shreds. Hopefully it wasn’t the bunny who hangs out by the pool. That thing is large.
So my goal yesterday was to finish the stitch down on the quilt. I had started on Saturday. Or Friday. I don’t remember. I really only did the border parts.
My Patreon people will get to see me stitching on this week’s video. I’m not sure how exciting that is, because I didn’t sew through my finger. I have before, but not yesterday. So no blood.
This is what Kitten does while I sew.
It’s noisy. I stopped at the halfway mark and did some dinner prep for the parentals. Looks good, eh?
I always forget to take family photos. So there’s three generations of women and a male puppy. Who is turning 4 and is not a puppy at all.
I should remember to take more of those. That’s me, my daughter, and my mom, by the way. In case you don’t know.
Blurriness means movement. Boychild is trying to dehair the parental dog. Katie’s not having it.
She sheds these giant fluff balls. It’s disturbing. For all of us.
There’s dad in the background with an incredibly spoiled dog.
Oh yeah. He’ll miss her.
When we got back, I started on the second half. I was hoping to finish, and in fact, I sped through it…
Stitch down never takes very long, but in this case, it was only 3 1/2 hours. Nice.
The back is always interesting. (Oh yeah…I have some of the embroideries that I didn’t send to the guy who’s selling the patterns, and I think I’m going to try to either hoop them or finish them in some other way, if hooping doesn’t make sense. This is one of them. Although this one would hoop easily. I’ll put them on Etsy when I’m done. Although they were not fast, so they also aren’t cheap.)
See, you can see the other side in simplified format.
Crazy really. And then I cover it up.
This is officially the last big quilt that will have this fabric on the back of it. I had yardage that I found in a box in the girlchild’s room, and I think this is the third quilt that has it on the back.
It’s some batik from ages ago. Yeah, I had time to piece a backing and pinbaste it. Impressive.
AND I went to bed early. Because early wakeup call.
Well then school. I need another three days to be ready for kids. But they arrive on Wednesday. So that’s not happening. Could I have kids in my room tomorrow? No. Wednesday? It’ll be fine. I’m panicking slightly. I have 120 yards of blue tape. My co-teacher might have just bought 78,000 marshmallows. Neither of us should be allowed out into the world. It’ll be FINE. I’ve been saying it all summer. Tonight I’ll start quilting, but first I need to do like 7,000 things and then cook dinner. Plus breakfasts. And lunches. But I’ll start with the 7,000 things. Apparently someone thinks I should PAY for the car I bought. And then people keep emailing me. I don’t know why.
Kathy Nida 