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Wednesday, January 7, 2015


Catching up on ought-to-do's

Since I have been working with my stash of yarn, and at the same time clearing out things to donate, I have decided to spend part of this day reviewing my fabric stash, separating the quilting strips from bundles of fabric.  I like to have things where I can find them, but it is getting ridiculous in my tiny bedroom with everything in arm's reach or close to it.  Some of this will fill the drawers of my refinished chest.

Antique Chest

One of the things I got from my parents' home was a chest of drawers that has a story of its own.  I painted it -- it is now its third color -- in two tones of blue.  This chest was part of a bedroom set my parents bought when they married, and it probably came from Sears.  That makes it an antique, I suppose, purchased in the '40s.

The bedroom set was originally a mahogany color, and when I was a teenager it was passed on to me, and I painted it apple green to match the wallpaper in my bedroom.  When I left home, my mother reclaimed it and painted it a peach color.  I photographed the knobs before I finished this new incarnation of the chest, as a reminder of its history.

Studio companion

Yesterday I took little Spike to the doggy doctor and learned he has congestive heart failure and some other issues, and since he is at least 15 years old, this is to be expected.  But there's a lot of life in him still, so I opted for a bit of medication to make him comfortable.  He isn't miserable, and as long as he isn't, I intend to love him awhile longer.

He follows me everywhere still, although he was so angry about the doctor visit yesterday he threatened to bite me as I tried to put him in the car, and again when we got home.  It took awhile before he forgave me and wagged his tail at me tentatively about an hour later. He did not like the x-rays yesterday apparently, in addition to the full comprehensive exam.  His arthritis is his main discomfort, and there is medication for that.
He should not try to climb stairs anymore and I carry him up with me if I am going to stay any length of time, such as at bedtime.

This morning he's not eating much, probably because I ground up his medication and added it to the ground-up chicken bones that he loves,  and he can tell I guess.  Obviously his sense of smell hasn't lessened any.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Rug Hooking - a new challenge

In my attempt to use up the supplies I have on hand, (so as to make room for more, no doubt) I decided to take my excess yarn left over from last year's crocheting and make a big rug.  One big rug.

There are other posts elsewhere  -- and I will write a Kindle book on the subject -- about all the disasters and/or lessons that I learned about this topic.  I also have been making rag rugs from leftover quilt strips. And this week I am going back to painting.

But all in all, following the recent death of my dad, I will mostly be ruminating and my New Year's resolutions include doing more writing and less Facebooking.  So the posts here will most likely become a diary of sorts, on topics ranging from new projects to issues I am facing.

This turned into a wall hanging, I think.

Stay tuned.