Thank you so much for your kind birthday wishes. I had a wonderful weekend. But, I am glad that every day is not my birthday.
On Friday, I spent most of the day, working on my shirt. And, working and working and working. I was surprised at how long it took. I’ll try to review it tomorrow, because there were problems with the pattern that a more experienced garment maker wouldn’t have thought about, but they puzzled me and caused me to rip more than one seam.
I pulled out Ken Moore and we spent the day getting re-acquainted.
I forget how well we get along.
After about 7 hours, my topstitching got kind of shoddy. On Friday night, Rob came home and informed me that he was taking me to dinner…no questions asked. That sounded better than the chicken I was thawing, so out we went.
On Saturday morning, I took off a cuff and put it back on again and took some stitching out of the yoke and put it back and then I was ready for buttonholes. Ken is a Griest straight stitch and I don’t have a buttonhole attachment, so I used my white Featherweight, Alba and a Singer buttonhole attachment. (My buttonhole attachments make better buttonholes than any more modern machine I own.)
Buttonholes went in perfect and then an hour and a half sewing on the 11 buttons by hand. Anyway, it looks good. A bit too slim, so after our big dinner that night, I was not really breathing.
A little before lunch, Rob took me to the hardware store and I tried to weigh down the back end of his truck with stuff for my garden, and then he and I went to lunch. Saturday afternoon, we rested and got ready for dinner that night.
We had dinner with our friends LD and J. You’ll recognize LD, but I’m not sure you’ve seen J before. She’s been my quilting mentor and taught me many lessons about consistent seam allowance, neatness on the back of the quilt top and tight bindings.
We had a lovely dinner with lots of laughter and talking and then we went back to LD’s and had brownies that Sydney made and ice cream and candles, and they sang happy birthday to me…I cannot tell you how many years it’s been since anybody sang happy birthday to me. I rarely let people get that close.
On Sunday, I cooked and cleaned, and then went out and worked in the yard, and then back in to finish a few things I had started. I managed to clean house through all the brutal parts of War Horse, and believe me, that took control not to pay attention to.
Sydney did not think that I deserved a three day celebration. Poo on her. It was wonderful to answer questions with “doesn’t matter to me”, and if they persisted, “I’m not answering questions today”.
I know that she is afraid because tomorrow, we are back to the doctor to see if we can schedule the surgery. She isn’t expressing it like that, but I know that’s what is up.
Be well. Have a wonderful Monday. Let’s go make some money!