Hey. Such weird dreams last night. Are all your dreams of you running running running always running up and down stairs and hallways with a million doors and jumping over things while running and did I mention running? No?! Like WTF then. Why do I have to do that? Might be some kind of metaphor for my life. It’s OK…we can slow the fuck down now…it’s almost October. Right? Please? This week has been nuts and I have no clue what I’m teaching Monday. Minor issue. Really. I mean. It’s Friday. I don’t have to know, right? Ha! This morning is yet another kinda last-minute, holy shit meeting. Could do without those. It’ll be fine. Really. Ugh. It’s Friday at least, right? I know I am planning on going to ceramics tonight (got pre-empted all week) and I have leftover tacos for dinner and a good book that I am 69% of the way through (for book club on Monday) and some binding to put on, because yes!!! I finally finished quilting. No quilting Tuesday for Billy Idol, and none Wednesday because I had to label and pack a quilt to ship it to a show. Good news there. But last night, I sat down and got the last little bits quilted and that damn thread didn’t break once. I think it was tension on the last bits of the last spool and old, dry thread at the beginning of the new spool. And as soon as I finish getting the binding on, I’m calling the sewing machine place (oooh, maybe call today) and setting up a cleaning.
I used a variegated cotton thread in the background, which is the stuff that was breaking.
Better view? Who knows. I’m not a fancy quilter most of the time. The background just needs to recede.
On Saturday, before I went to LA, I went to my local fabric shop to try to find binding. It’s only open limited hours, which sucks for anyone who works during the day, and I found two that might work, but I wasn’t sold on them. So I got both…knowing I could use the other for sleeves or something else (this is how I end up with way too much fabric)…sometimes I totally know a binding is going to work. Saturday morning, I did not. Then I was looking in the stash last night and saw another that might work. I find it easier to SEE the fabrics as binding if I take a photo…
And I ended up taking two photos because the top and the bottom are very different.
The left one is a no. I’m debating on the other two. I’ll make a decision tonight. Will need to quick clean the floor again and trim the quilt; then I can get the binding on. Lots of handsewing ahead, but I think I can set up photography drop off for next week and start working on the next one! It’s time. It’s been percolating in my head on and off…in between the running running running dreams.
Got to school Wednesday morning and found this sweetheart lying on the ground near my room door.
It’s a sign.
This is absolutely true. I concur.
Which does not bode well for this morning’s meeting. I did actually ask one class the other day about whether they thought I was oldest, middle, or youngest (we were talking about a kid who I had guessed was youngest…he was)…and the majority of them thought I was an oldest. Good guess, y’all.
So this though.
I cannot. I don’t even know. My head hurts. Actually he usually just copies from Google or the question, so it’s probably that? But holy crap. And then every day, he asks to go to the bathroom and gets mad when I won’t let him go because none of his work is done. Exhausting. Today will also be exhausting. They’re turning in a packet and finishing a test and then being quiet (ha…IDK how they will do that). I hate having to find more work for the kids who are done, because some of them actually worked hard to get it done and some of them (like that kid) just rushed through it to be done so they can play games on their computers. Sigh. One kid yesterday asked why we had headphones on the desk if we didn’t use them in class that day. I’m staring at him, sort of confused. I’m like, I’m not taking them off every other day and then putting them back on…they can sit on the desk and you can just not USE them today. Crazy. Absolutely nutsy cuckoo.
Anyway. The plan is set. Hopefully I’ll know what I’m doing Monday at some point today. That’s my goal anyway.
Kathy Nida 