I have been staying busy-ish.
I covered an ugly sofa pillow with an orphan block.
I think it turned out well.
And I had some pre-quilted fabric, so I covered two more.
I got the little girl 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).
THEN I decide to move everything out of my sewing room into the room above, so I can paint the sewing room and turn it into a bedroom and have the old bedroom, which is bigger, as my sewing room. After 4 trips to Goodwill to get rid of stuff I'd stored in the closets of both rooms, I discovered I lost my car (and house keys), so I used a spare key to drive myself to the gym for a swim to relieve some of my frustration. When I got home I started going through the trash bags. I found my keys in the first one. HOO-RAY!
I thought I would paint the old sewing room-new bedroom a color to go with the border I thought I loved.
I don't love it, so I spent the most of one holiday weekend removing almost all of it. I nearly fell backward off the ladder, so I took a break, and once I resumed working, I actually did fall backward off the ladder, but I was lucky enough to land on my feet. I climbed back up, THEN I nearly did a header off the ladder and called it quits for the day. The next day I went to buy paint; I was optimistic that yellow would be a cheerful, delightful color. I was wrong about that too. I will choose a muslin color and hire the painting out to a co-worker.
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.
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.
I've had a couple of counseling sessions in which I've been told I keep running from my feelings, that I'm lost, scared and angry. The last session had me crying for a day and a half. I don't want to go back. I have, however, found a grief support group that meets on Sunday evenings. That may allow me time to pull myself together enough to go to work Monday mornings.
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.