My day off dawned much the same as any other: too early and with a sweaty dachshund snuggled against my backside. At least today I had no plans: no appointments, no errands, and no sick people mucking about. I’d abandoned responsible adult chores in favor of spending quality time in my sewing corner. Who needed clean tighty whities anyway?!
The weather outside had been typical for May in central Texas. Humid, hazy, and windy. The thermostat settled somewhere in the upper 80s with humidity at approximately melt-the-fat-from-your-thighs range. Not that I’d mind thinner thighs. It’s the boob sweat that’s a killer. Sorry, TMI. And now there are tornadoes threatening. Good times.
I’d left my retreat boxes and bags on the floor where Himself and The Codefendants had plopped them Sunday afternoon and today was the day they’d have their contents disgorged and put away. Retreat unpacking isn’t near as much fun as packing to go. Anyway, I managed to get that done in record time, despite the efforts of aforementioned dachshund.
Lenny the Featherweight and I made a quick project I’d seen demonstrated at retreat, a pot holder. Smaller versions were made into coasters. And, yes, I was stalling.
My favorite aunt had gifted me a bag of scraps and I freely admit they sat on a shelf for ages and, in full disclosure, I tried giving them away without success. 😳. What to do with them? In the words of my Granmommie, there were gobs and scads of them. Like rabbits without the droppings or potential for tularemia.
I tried several blocks using her fabrics and some from my stash. I won’t show you pictures as it’d be like pouring over photos of a really ugly baby and being compelled to lie that it was the cutest baby EVER. Not that I’d know about such things. Just know the blocks weren’t a good idea at all. Kind of like being a woman of a certain age and not crossing your legs before sneezing.
At least no one wet themselves.
So there I sat with really pretty swirly fabric that kinda reminded my of tooled leather and nary a clue of what to do.🤔
And then it dawned on me. Or I guess I should say it sat there staring me in the face. (Personally, I think a lightbulb moment makes me seem smarter than one of the face-smacking variety. I digress.)
In the end, I chucked my ugly baby blocks and churned out these. Yee-haw, y’all!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off for a shower and clean underpants in case we’re visited by a twister. Heaven forbid I meet my Maker in ratty granny panties.