Oh, woe is me. We have no internet at home. Weird, huh? You'd think we were on the prairie, in winter, without firewood or food.
It's so easy to get used to things just being there, at the tip of a finger. Flip the switch, there is light. Push the button and make the toast. And, when those little conveniences aren't there, life is all discombobulated. I don't like it. I like routine. I burned the sausages this morning, trying to make breakfast, lunch and dinner, while talking to the tech help desk. I tried too much multi-tasking and had to ask Syd for help.
I woke really early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up and put on my nice warm robe and went to the sewing room. I wasn't intending to sit at the machine, but I did. I finished quilting the last section of roof and started some tiny background work to represent an oak tree that shades one side of the house. My white marks are starting to fade and the pencil just doesn't leave as nice a mark on the silk when I'm doing it on the soft batting instead of a hard surface. But, if I sit under a very bright light, I can still see the lines to trace them again; just a little at a time, as much as I think I can do in a sitting or it wipes off again and I'm back for another tracing.
The last marked item is the tree branches above the house. And, then I move to the lawn. Still not quite sure how I will quilt something that makes you think of well manicured, St Augustine grass. I plan to doodle the ideas I've had and see if I like any of them. Better to doodle than to unsew what I don't like.
After all that quilting, I finally finished the first bobbin. A class 15J bobbin will hold a LOT of 100wt silk thread. I decided after that much work, my Bernina needs an oiling and cleaning before I do more. She's starting to make a bit of noise and that usually means she wants oil. She doesn't want much from me. A swipe with a brush to remove lint and several well placed drops of oil. I keep her happy, she keeps me happy.
Not sure what is interfering with my ability to sleep lately. Waking at 3am. Can't just lay there. If I'm awake, I toss and turn. That keeps Rob up, so once in a while, I get up and head to the sewing room. I guess I can't complain about the extra sewing time. Every quilter wishes the day was two hours longer. I just wish I wasn't getting mine when I should be asleep.
Be well. Have a good Wednesday. Wish our internet devils away. I have pictures I want to share.