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Wondering where this year will take me….

Hello 2018!  Yesterday we received rain after the driest December in thirty years, so January is starting off well.  I’ll be heading north at the end of the week, spending time with my grandson and his pop.  Tomorrow I’ll visit Little Miss and her sister, my eldest daughter and son-in-law too.  Oh and Buttercup, who is adjusting to life with another person in her household.  Familial ties will most likely be the theme of the next twelve months, although there’s no keeping a writer’s imagination stilled.

Off for a walk before raindrops intruded….  Little Miss makes sure that Miss Em has a pacifier handy at all times, ha ha ha….

Nor a quilter’s hands idle, although my right thumb has been achy as of late, making me wonder how much hand-quilting I’ll accomplish in 2018.  Then there’s an orphan binding which I uncovered a few days ago, with no clue for what it was meant to complete.  I sort of recall making it, I think….  Not often do I employ brown in my sewing, but here’s an espresso binding, waiting for a quilt to encase.  Is this a harbinger of other unfinished projects, dangling in the wind….

What in the world am I going to do with this?

Ahem, I certainly hope not, but honestly, The Hawk flits in and out of my mind, as has another tale with a complimentary playlist from ages ago.  I’ve been listening to those tunes while I hand-quilt, pondering a plot that while I won’t say seems destined to be written, definitely takes up space in my gray matter.  I’m not overly concerned; 2017 taught me to embrace the NOW, leaving LATER to sort itself out at a more appropriate time.

Yet, achy hands remind me that time is a precarious notion; I’m not getting younger, you know.  As my grandchildren age, so do I, ha ha, um, yeah.  Forgetting about a chocolate coloured binding doesn’t worry me, although now I feel slightly compelled to fashion a complimentary quilt top, or a set of placemats/mug rugs to give that binding a home.  Knowing that I’m leaving in a matter of days keeps me from embarking upon more than updating new calendars, sending off New Year’s cards instead of Christmas cards because we didn’t order them in time to arrive before the end of December, as well as adding to my packing list for a week away from home.  To put it bluntly, I’m in limbo right now, both mentally as well as projectarily, and it’s a funny state of mind to inhabit.

Yet, it’s also a beautiful place to be, sort of like where my youngest daughter is in the SoCal desert.  She might never be in that location again, but for the next ten days it’s home, living out of a tent, barely getting phone reception (but we’re very grateful that she does!), hiking around examining rocks.  This is part of her graduation requirement, plus she loves this kind of exploration.  I joke that I love not camping, but this girl adores it, plus rocks to study?  Dude, that’s her kind of heaven.  She’ll return full of stories and details, then prepare for another term of school.  Maybe January starts off the year, but perhaps it takes until February until 2018 truly dawns.

And speaking of daybreak, my youngest sent the above photo yesterday during the brief window while she had access to data.  Maybe I don’t want to live out of a tent, but this kind of morning is a priceless sort, and I’m putting it here for others to enjoy.  Also as a reminder that pleasure and purpose can be as exhilarating, also fleeting, as a sunrise.  I’m not going to squander time wondering if this book or that idea will come to fruition, nor why I crafted a dark brown quilt binding.  Instead I’ll complete this post, then make my next move, probably toward the kitchen for some breakfast, more coffee, then updating wall calendars.  After that, it’s anyone’s guess.  But uncertainty doesn’t need to be scary, it’s actually liberating.  I have enough tasks in my future already set in stone.  Today’s agenda is merely to inhale the peace, then share it however I’m able.  May that calm be yours too.

Coming Home

I spent much of last week helping my daughter move house; mostly I sewed curtains.  I had never sewn curtains, but a few sites made it seem pretty simple, and it was.  I have to say I am very pleased with the results, but more so, I am happy to be home.

My first curtains, not counting those I lined in photo below.

My first curtains, not obscuring the swamp cooler.

But being home now carries a two-fold meaning; crafting drapes, even basic ones, then hanging those curtains, makes this mum feel a stamp has been put on a house.  And that it’s near my dad, who is starting to feel the effects of seven rounds of chemotherapy, well, my heart is slightly adrift in my chest, as if being home is wherever I happen to lay my head, or park my keister behind a card table doubling as a sewing table.

A curtain for the loo...

A curtain for the loo…

What is home; what constitutes the sense of contentment of the soul’s dwelling place?  For ages, Britain was home, even if it was thousands of miles from my native state.  Now home is…  Driving on auto-pilot of sorts last night, returning to the Bay Area, I found that home was exactly where I was right then, along freeways, be they two-lane Sacramento Valley interstates or five-lane Silicon Valley thoroughfares.  The music helped, crunchy guitars that set the pace, once wide motorways were the norm.  That steady and speedy thump-bump spun a different pulse through me, far removed from the quiet which had surrounded for several days, only interrupted by my buzzing sewing machine.

Floral fabric in the kitchen, matching that in the loo.  This one also has a bright green tie, which I had not yet sewn when this was snapped.  Curtain rods were already in place, whew!

Floral fabric in the kitchen, matching that in the loo. This one also has a bright green tie, which I had not yet sewn when this was snapped. Curtain rods were already in place, whew!

I made a LOT of curtains last week.  And I still have one to go, plus I think a quilt will emerge from the remnants, very cool.  And I think I’ll make curtains here at our house, for my son’s room, as his blinds are quite wonky.  It’s pretty dang easy to put up curtain rods, then fashion window coverings.  And it’s very satisfying, as well as claiming a piece of that place as mine.

But I didn’t imagine that when I began.

So now, I’m back to my own crib, quilts waiting, along with pansies in need of attention and other garden-related activities.  And some reading, and maybe writing, in the coming weeks.  Dad has three more rounds of chemo, assuming his PSA continues to drop, and I have some road trips on the horizon, to visit with him and Mum, see my daughter, and hang one more curtain at her new place.  But intriguing thoughts are wafting in my mind, and an unexpected peace accompanying.

I added this lining to some very green and sheer front drapes. Sewing does provide a very empowering sensation.

I added this lining to some very green and sheer front drapes. I wanted some colour instead of plain white lining.

Any and all peace is welcome, especially if it springs from sewing.  Hopefully, once Dad’s chemo is done, and the quilts chill out, I can recover some writing peace as well.  Summer is just beginning; what an interesting one it shall be!

And continuing in the green-theme; my husband painted this Packers dresser for the place.  I hope it bodes well for autumn!

And continuing in the green-theme; my husband painted this Packers dresser. I hope it bodes well for autumn!