What Would You Do?
This is my grandmother's sewing machine.
It is in really bad shape.
The drawers are missing under that quilt,
The bottom is pretty rusted,
and the wood on the top is in really bad shape.
JWS wanted it out of his garage,
so here it sits.
I am thinking of tearing it apart.
Making a new table out of the base.
A little cabinet out of the remaining drawers.
lamp out of the sewing machine for my sewing room.
Would that be wrong?
to tear it apart that is?
How NOT To Start Your Morning.
This part has no pics.
you can be thankful for that.
Let me start by saying,
I love my mornings.
I have a routine.
The only part of my day that I have a routine.
One of the only times I have alone.
I get up.
I make coffee,
throw a couple logs on the fire,
watch a bit of the news.
knit or crochet or sew.
I leave the house and meet a friend and go for a walk.
That gives me almost an hour alone.
The only preparation for the day is brush my hair,
which really doesn't do much for it.
brush my teeth.
Here is how this morning went.
After trying to be so quiet leaving the bedroom,
despite the fact that I dropped both my pill bottle and my phone.
I come downstairs
JWS sleeping in my recliner.
Well, first of all,
who was I trying to be quiet for in the bedroom?
No one was even there!
I make the coffee
and he wakes up.
Wanders around and gets his coffee.
I head to my recliner,
which I will admit was toasty and warm.
He takes the remotes...
did I mention that is also the only hour of the day
that I get the remote also?
and heads to his chair.
I pick up my crocheting
and start furiously hooking away.
He makes some comment about how many hours a day
that I actually do that "sewing" stuff.
But don't comment about how many hours of the day
he has that remote in his hand.
he turns on some program about bikini clad women
in Bora Bora
equally exotic location!
AND I HISS....
"Turn on the news, it's not bad enough that you are up at this hour of the morning,
but you have to turn on something like that!
I am sitting here waiting to go out in that cold
to try to walk my A$% off
to stay remotely in some kind of shape
rubbed all over my chapped face,
gym clothes that are end of the week ripe,
hair sticking up all over
crocheting like a granny for a grandchild and
you have the nerve to turn THAT on"
He knew I meant business.
I never saw his fingers move so fast.
At least when he sees all the crime on the news, he'll be happy to look next to him
and see me.
Fifteen minutes later,
I walked out the door.
I know what came on when I left.
Something I Almost Forgot
I picked up the mail last night
and this is what I found
I might have something in this magazine.
And I did!
Even a feature pic on the
Table of Contents Page.
Rush right out and get your copy!
Tell them I sent you!
That's a joke, folks.
(about telling them I sent you,
but you should get a copy)
There are some great projects in there!
I just kept looking at this
how nice they have been
to put my things in their magazine!