No whining or complaining today, that's for sure. Instead, I gave myself some serious stitch therapy time. It didn't really matter what I sewed, just as long as my foot was to the pedal and I could hear the machine hum and stroke that fabric. Oh, that fabric. :)
Unfortunately I cannot find a number of things that should have been readily available to work on. Where, oh where is my list of cards owed? Or the stack of pre-cut fillers for my postcards? Or the already washed muslin for foundation piecing? grrr. I know it's somewhere, the question is "where?"
Despite my difficulties in finding specific things to work on, work, I did.
I was well aware of two birthdays that I missed in the past 5 weeks. Here are the cards for my friends:
I also put the backs on these two postcards. They are similar to some that I made a few months back, with a theme of "Monet."
Once those were done, I still needed some serious stitch therapy. I cut some 6.5" strips of muslin, pulled out my box of mis-matched strips, and started stitching them down. I don't have a plan for these strips, I just thought it was something I might like to do. Who knows? Maybe I'll decide this is the next best thing. :)
On another front, Roscoe continues to visit frequently. He's now feeling so comfortable, he has no qualms about making himself at home.
Work, Work, Work
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