Not too many of those in my sphere lately, but if I don’t post this today, I have no idea when it will happen. Family are arriving soon for the next week, and blogging will be the least of my priorities. However, I did want to share the improv sleeping bag insert, as I’ve worked off my fanny perpendicular to get it almost done.
Once I gave up the notion of noveling, sewing barged right in as if I had nothing else important to do with my life. Although, with my hubby away, I did have extra time, when not visiting with Little Miss and her mum. But here at home, it was just me, myself, and I. And fabrics and my sewing machine and….
And I literally sewed all day Tuesday, then again Wednesday morning before heading to see my daughter’s crew. Yesterday I affixed the three panels, cut the backing, sorted the batting, which was actually two kinds of filler, fluffy polyester as well as drapey cotton. I basted it with big safety pins, then began the tying process, although I didn’t cut the strings long enough, le sigh. By evening’s end I had pinned the fleece backing to the front, to act as the binding, then went to bed and slept all night.
My sewing table will be coming down today to accommodate The Burrito, so I truly had an impetus to finish the basting! Early this morning I sewed the binding, but the mitered corners are too thick for my machine, so I’ll do those by hand. Otherwise I just need to trim the ties, and maybe work in a little hand-quilting to make up for ties that weren’t affixed as well as I like due those short strings. I can work on that in the evenings after my grandson has gone to bed.
My youngest doesn’t need this until the new year, but with another nieta due very soon, holidays as well, I wanted to wrap it up, maybe just so I could say that yes, I completed it. I will say that as soon as I abandoned the idea of writing, I felt great peace, also a yearning for the time to fashion prose. I know it will happen in the proper time, just not right now.
Right now is time to reflect upon the multitude of blessings in my midst, more than I can note. Suffice to say I have loved ones for whom to sew; that’s a precious treasure beyond words.