Well, the worrying and pampering are nearly over. Mabel is feeling better. We stopped the pain meds yesterday and while she does not want to, her body is doing what it needs to and she’s becoming more her old, dunder-headed hound dog self.
And, the house sighed in relief.
Even if it’s a dog, sickness in the house just puts things in a stand-by mode.
I am sewing on Sydney’s coat again. I kept going back and forth in my mind; heavy, light, heavy, light, windbreaker, winter coat, windbreaker, winter coat.
And, a few thoughts came through. First, wouldn’t it be nice to get her out of those sweatshirt hoodies? I am so tired of that look. Second, it’s Texas. She’s going to get to wear a winter coat about three days that she doesn’t get to sleep in until the day warms up. Third, things I convince her of just never seem to work out. As Quiltermom said yesterday, if she doesn’t like it, it’s just going to hang in the closet.
Because I couldn’t make up my mind, I decided to try a test. I took the outer layer and the inner layer and laid them across my arm this morning and went about my normal picking and straightening in the sewing room. Weird how that picking and straightening has to be done every dad-gum day, huh? Anyway, after a few minutes, my arm started to sweat and I decided that maybe just the two layers was going to be warm enough.
And, there you have it. Unscientific experimentation answers a question. I guess it’s not so unscientific because I had the other arm that was doing all the real work and was left as my uncovered test sample. It did not break a sweat. But before I could write an unscientific paper about my findings, I’d need to repeat the experiment several times to see if I get the same result and I’m just not doing that.
So, I’m back to sewing her coat.
Pockets and flaps and yokes. All the decorative work and all the top stitching. whooee.
Everybody have a great Wednesday. The group of interviewers is supposed to meet today to decide which candidate gets the job. I don’t know when I’ll hear, so still in a holding pattern on that. And, trying not to be anxious.
Be well. Lane