One of my jobs is done from home, and both jobs are somewhat flexible. Nevertheless, I used to have my own weekday routine, of a sort.
Now? Not so much. It feels pretty boggy and nebulous to me.
These days I wake up and smell the coffee, literally, and wonder what day it is (used to be I only woke to the smell of coffee on the weekend, when Norm made it). There is a sameness to each day, and although I've tried to maintain some of the former touchstones, the days seem to blur together and slip by, one into the next. Also, it's midwinter, and I'm sure there's some cabin fever that factors into that equation.
One thing I continue to do is throw open my bedroom window first thing in the morning and let
|[Icicles on the river birch outside my window]|
And so we're finding our new groove, little by little.
Speaking of sunshine, this lovely little runner brightened my day when it arrived in my mailbox recently, a gift from fellow quilter Marei.
What a lovely surprise! Wonderful piecing and quilting, isn't it? I love it!
The news from my sewing room is that I finished the Joy in the Evening quilt this past weekend.
The multicolored thread I ordered came in, looking somewhat different than the first spool, but close enough that I don't think anyone will notice.
I really like how it turned out. It makes a cute kid's quilt or lap quilt. I will probably be donating it, unless someone in the family makes a claim. (Edited: Donated to Badger Honor Flight fundraiser.)
Also worked on the Quilty 365 circles for February. I'm enjoying using various reds and pinks from the stash and scrap bins.
|[Father-in-law Ed on the far right]|
|[Ed in the Civil Conservation Corps, late 1930s; mother-in-law Marion, 1940s, lower right]|
|[Ed was a tank driver in the 7th Armored Division at the Battle of the Bulge in WWII]|
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