I found this while I was sewing the knife edge closed on First, Inspired the other day and was quite disappointed.
Yeah, sure, it’s small. About two and a half inches long and in a corner. But, despite all my wishing, it didn’t go a way on its own.
So, this morning, I picked out the stitches along the straight line that ran down one side of the crease, and pulled the fabric into that un-quilted section next to it and quilted the straight line in again.
Yes, the extra fabric is still there…but you can’t see it as easily and it doesn’t cast a shadow.
There’s another crease down the front of the quilt, top to bottom, center that is from the fold line on the bolt of silk. I washed the fabric and air dried it and ironed it before I started and the crease was gone. But, as time has passed, it has come back, proving fabric has memory. I tried to get a picture of it and the camera doesn’t capture it, so you know it’s not that bad, but I can see it running through the feathers and the borders and can only hope that it will go away after the quilt is washed and blocked. Nothing else can be done about it now. I’ll share pics next week, after I’ve got it all ready to go.
I promised a story about the meatballs.
Like I said, I got meatballs in my head and I couldn’t let it go. Two dishes are italian seasoned meatballs in Spaghetti sauce. That’s what we had for dinner last night and I am having for lunch today. They were delish! The other two are “porcupine meatballs” which are made with uncooked rice in the meatball that pokes out when it’s cooked like porcupine quills and a sweet tomato sauce with cinnamon and cloves and a bit of sugar. Those were Monday night and were just as delish. One container of each kind went into the freezer with a meatloaf from cooking the Sunday before.
I think my sudden compulsion to freeze food is because school is starting and I remember all those nights that we had a rushed sandwich, trying to get somewhere on time. If I have stuff stored, we won’t have to do that…because it usually leads to late night tacos and that is bad.
Oooh. Bad again. I warned ya’.
Poor Sydney. I see her grieving over the end of summer. Right now, she’s in the denial stage, but I know it won’t be long until we get to angry. Especially when we tell her that she has to take the tempting electronics out of her room for the school year and can only use them in the family room before bedtime and at night on weekends. I’ve heard two different studies cited in a week about how 85% of dropouts have an electronic device in their bedroom and that while the parents are asleep, the kids are falling behind in their sleep and study habits and are zombies in class. So, we will be the bad parents that do something about it and it will not seem fair and I will not argue about that with her, this time. But, it will be the way that it is. I know my little Syglet and she will not be able to stare down the temptation of an all night text party or video game without my help.
And, help is not always wanted.
Be well and be kind. Be firm. And, pat yourself on the back for something today. Anything. You get to pick. And, if you can’t reach your own back, then just walk up to some random stranger and tell them to pat you on the back. They don’t need to know why. Their look of surprise will be enough.