Since the bear and other toy haven’t progressed at all since last seen they don’t rate a picture. I promise, this weekend I’ll stuff, sew, and make faces. On them and myself!
Does it count if progress was made then tinking had to happen? I’m almost to the point of the dreaded goof. Then the hat will become.
This hat shows promise. Two inches then time to decrease crown.
This latecomer hat is nearing end of brim.
Scrappy slipper socks farther along than before mad frogging. Ankles and cuff are all that’s left. Yay!
Starry Night is nearly finished. Tomorrow or Sunday. It’s inspiring my own inner artist to come out.
My Van Gogh sketch wants to be transferred to canvas then painted or pasteled. Scary. I’ve never done a painting outside of the occasional paint-by-number. Wish me luck!
Hope you had a wonderful three-day weekend and celebrated a thoughtful, safe Labor Day, for those here in the states. And for those elsewhere, I hope you had a great few days.
It is Fall here. 94-100 degrees during the day but leaves are littering the porch and driveway proving a huge drop at night. We have hit high 30s (F)! Can you believe it? Really, this time I’m ready to let go of what used to be my favorite season. With no chance to swim and overwhelming flies and moths, bring on the chill!
So what are my latest WIPs? Many will look familiar but believe it or not, much progress has happened.
This is new. I’m trying HiyaHiya Fliers to make a small sock. These are the sharpest thinnest needles I’ve ever worked with. I really want to learn this. I have to try in small bits. This is soft thin yarn so not the best for socks but easy on my hands as I learn.
This may look like no progress but I had to frog my last try so I’m actually 4 rows beyond where I was before. I’ll probably finish the cuff tonight by bringing up the loops attached to the markers to to pegs.
So these scrappy yarn slipper socks are my least favorite project. The acrylic yarn too thick to work on these fine-gauge looms. But I think they’ll be warm for someone. These two look familiar, too. I’ve made no progress to the hat on the Flexee fine-gauge, on the left. I’m wanting to do the crown decreases at the same time. I had to frog the needle-knit hat on the right. As of today, I’m two inches from the crown decreases. Maybe tomorrow?Almost to the halfway point on my diamond painting, Starry Night. Sitting in the new office chair is far easier on my back and arms than the piano bench. I picked up some cheap sets on Wish that we’ll be getting from the post office tomorrow afternoon. I’ll let you know how good or bad it is.I finished diamonding both sides of the mobile. Tomorrow I’ll seal them and figure out how the chains and jewels work for hanging. I hope they catch the sun rays through our north-facing living room windows.
I’m feeling much better having crackled my back by moving pillows. It quit hurting. The bladder infection seems gone. No more pain. No temp. Here’s what I took besides drinking tons of water.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!
Why? All on it’s own is a good question. But what makes any of us think it’s personal? A better question would be, Why not? Clears it up. So rather than dwell in self pity. We can look at the bigger pictures.
Sure we can learn from our mistakes. But I’ve given up on Karma. That illness or accidents are the results of bad character. Hurricanes and quakes are not the caused by sin.
It’s best to see the problem and work out how to make life better for yourself and others. Then move on. Til the next why.
When are board meetings anything boring. Yeah, leaving everyone stuff as a board.
Since my shoulder pain is stopping me from a lot of my hobbies -well, for as long as I usually ‘play’- I’m seeing how everyone else watches shows. Is boredom this antsy, can’t pay attention, feeling? Is my itchy hands not having something to do a bore? Like an awl boring into my soul. I can’t wait to be whole again.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wash/awash.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Bonus points for using both. Enjoy!
Plans for the ADD person are complicated at best. But with the addition of nearly 100 degrees, cleaning vomit from the dog who seems not to get along with her meds, then the trips outside and all the normal things to do in a day. My plans were awash. Not laundry. Just washed away.
Instead of writing or getting projects into yWriter7, WriteItNow, and Scrivener, I found a video game that I could download from the game group I bought from ages ago. I have a ton of writing that needs editing and moved around. Overwhelm much? Yep!
The story is horrid. The games and hidden objects help distract the heat and guilt of not doing the jobs I should.
So I bathed myself in non-adulting for a change! Take that, adult world! Awash in fun for a change!
I’m grateful for my new laptop but have to admit my frustrations of starting over. All my writing in yWriter7 and WriteItNow and Scrivener are stuck in RTF form and tons of work awaits to bring them back to life. So that’s my time lately in a nutshell.
Sadly I have to report I didn’t get but half my word count goal this month. But I had a marvelous time with family and friends, so not really complaining. Just reporting.
Purple waterfall is nearly finished. Front lit.
Back lit
These charms are finished on both sides. I still need to apply sealant and then figure how to make the mobile out of them.
This is the next hand-held charm to work on. These are great for times when you don’t want to bend over the bigger pictures.
Barely made any headway on these. They are almost finished!
Started another pair of cotton spa slippers. I love this yarn my friend gifted me.
Today our three furries had a vet appointment. These two seem none the worse for the wear. Three hours in the non-AC truck can with all windows open. But their prognoses (is that plural?), Rosey, the black one is old but healthiest of the bunch. Not even considered overweight. Her seizures to be watched, nothing more to be done. Teddy, the ginger, has cancer sores in his mouth and had to get a steroid shot. And drops to take. He hates that.
Kali is old and has arthritis, is deaf, with cataracts. Nothing we can do but give pain meds. She is meandering as is her habit. That’s why the picture is blurry. It’s probably time for her meds . Poor babies.
While my brother and husband did the vet run. My son and I cleaned. He worked on the out of control mud room. I shampooed the carpets. It was nice not to have furballs in the way. We were successful in our ventures. Now I need to finish cleaning out the shampooer. Yuck!
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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