I have been staying busy-ish.
I got the little girl's quilt back from the quilter, so I bound it.
My quilting friends liked the back more than the front.
The pink fabric I found at a garage sale, plus the quilting design, made the quilt adorable. Kali liked it, and her mother sent me a photo of her, via text message, curled up on it.
At Mom's house I started a new project that involved a bunch of little squares (you may have seen them in a previous post).
Atlanta has had a woefully rainy summer. That's why we don't have any locally grown tomatoes this year. People told me gardening was an exercise in futility. I have such awful water problems in my yard. Below is a photo of the gutter I banged on with a broomstick while standing in the rain, on a table, in an effort to dislodge a clog. Epic fail. (update: months later--landscaper Ada found a tennis ball stuck in it).
So today I am trying to turn 12 placemats my Mother's friend made for her, out of Brannock-Patek Moda fabric, into a quilt.After sewing 8 inches, and then ripping it out, my Bernina started making a grinding sound. Fail again.
The night before last I dreamed my husband didn't die and he was standing in our closet wondering where his clothes went. And last night I didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m. because I was scared I'd have another haunting dream.
This afternoon I think I will go to the gym and beat the holy hell out of the heavy bag.