This afternoon I cranked out a two curtain panels for Maria's 5 year old daughter. This involved me calling Maria and asking what kind of curtain rod I had left there- shows you how long ago it was since I can't remember it.
The project started off on a bad note- I couldn't find the damned thing that screws and holds the needle in place. After tearing apart my room, I thought to look in the sewing machine carrying case- and there it was, in the bottom. Why the fuck I had detached it ages ago, I have no idea.
Oddly enough, my leg craped up fell asleep as soon as I stopped walking between (and hunching over) the ironing board and the sewing machine. Who knows when I'll manage to drop the drapes off. I kind of want to drop 'em off the same time I drop of her older brother's.
And those will be four panels with two valances. Solid black for panels, Tatsu for valance once I figure out how I should have the dragons going. It's going to be a tiny valance, the molding is only 40 by 48.
In the past month or two (since I'm so grand keeping track), I've finally finished and given Myra the stop sign baby blanket for her son. Yay! Oh, and apparently, 'stop' is one of his favorite words. I had a laugh when she told me.
Something positive. I could have sworn there used to be a search-able archive by quote, but I'm not seeing it anymore. Will have to find my favorite, the 'sproing!' one by rereading them all. But this one's almost as good. almost. edit- found it.
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