So, being the lady of leisure that I am, spoiled and pampered by everyone except the inhabitants of my house, I enjoyed a lovely 4 or so hours yesterday at the first day back to quilting at our church. I did have to repeat the story of my fall, injury, hospital stay, daughter's wedding, and prognosis a few times, but it was great to be back with the quilting ladies again.
Four hours of quilting seriously wears me out. I went home and napped for an hour or two. Definitely not up to full-time work yet.
Today, I missed my care aide ... as in, no one came. At 11 am, I decided I might as well get dressed and brush my teeth on my own which I managed quite well. Then I had another nap. I'm sure getting dressed on my own wasn't that exhausting, but there really wasn't much else going on, except the man of the house getting ready to go fishing. Thump, thump, thump, "where's the ---?" thump, thump. Etc.
By the time the fisherman departed, I was hungry for lunch and warmed up some leftovers. Called up my partner in crime (aka: mother) and we went on an adventure to the upstairs of my house. Stairs are still fairly complex when I am only supposed to be putting feather-weight on my right leg. The backward- butt-shuffle seems to work. Sit on the second step from the main floor, lift up with arms (need longer arms!) and left leg and shuffle the butt up to the third step. Repeat, repeat until the corner at the landing, which is a little more complicated. Then up up up to the top and haul myself up with the aid of the walker and the handrail. Goal: our "playroom." That is what we called the "bonus room" from our floor plans, which is a large room over our double garage. No one has played there for awhile, and it has accumulated a fair bit of stuff, junk, and stored items, which may or may not be treasure. One man's junk is another man's treasure, it has been said.
For some, a couple piles of jeans which no one wears anymore might be junk. But for me, they are treasure, because denim can be made into ragtime quilts
or personalized pillows. Long pause there, as I searched for images on Google of personalized denim pillows the way I make them. Then another long pause as I searched through my own photos.
2013
2004
I had ventured up the stairs alone on Saturday, starting a set of pillows for my cousin and his new bride ... continued them at quilting, and finished them today. Actually, they also went home with my partner-in-crime, who ran them through her washer and dryer to fluff up the edges. Since 2004, I started making them more like a rag-time quilt around the edges.
Back to the treasures ... another treasure discovered by my mom was fabric that I think must have come from my aunt Rose, which I didn't really value (because it was autumn colours) but she prevented me from cutting up because it was actually very good quality fabric. We had quite a good time up there, sorting through fabric and tidying up other things in this dumping ground.
Later on, we were making supper (okay, I was directing the supper prep) and I wandered with walker into the dining room. Lo and behold, I discovered a knitting pattern book on a shelf unit dividing living room from dining room. And not just any knitting pattern book, it was the one I needed to finish a baby outfit which I had started several years ago. (The baby has since been born and has a baby brother, so it might be a gift for one of their cousins who will be born in a few months). I was happy as
... a pig in mud
... the woman in the Bible who had lost a coin and searched the whole house until she found it.
Shortly after I got home from the hospital, when I wasn't able to get off the main floor, my mom found this partially knitted outfit and I have been racking my memory for where the pattern could possibly be.
So I just had to blog about my leisure day, with denim pleasure, and knitting pattern treasure. Hope you enjoyed your day as much as I did mine.
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