July 7, 2023

Greetings and Salutations, Friends!!!

Is it just me or would you, too, rather have the pot smell like it did in the 70’s? This skunk smell is just not working for me.

All righty then. I am taking a break from a rather complicated puzzle. No, it’s not an all white puzzle; I would not think that was fun. No, this is a puzzle that does not match the picture on the box.

On purpose.

I have not tried this PuzzleTwist brand before, but I felt like I was up for the challenge. I mean, there are only 500 pieces, how difficult could it be?

I believe those are called famous last words.

The picture on the box was of a quilt, so I knew that the subject would be quilty in nature. And it is.

Quilty.

With words on it.

On small scraps of similar yet different fabrics.

So I am matching fabrics, fonts, objects and colors.

And, I am using up most of the dining room table because when I put a group of pieces together, I’m not sure where it goes inside the rectangle of edge pieces.

Yet.

So I’ve got the rectangle because that’s where I start, but then I’m putting groups together outside the rectangle.

Yep. Pretty much the whole table.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

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I have decided that I would not want to live in a desert. I’m not a fan of heat, or too much sun either for that matter. But what I saw the other day was what got me thinking about this subject: I watched a great blue heron fly overhead. I’m not sure why, but watching it fly to another lake made me glad I live in an area with plenty of lakes.

I’m a fan of green and blue, vegetation and bodies of water. And even though I may not get to a lake during the day. I like knowing it’s there. The heron flying overhead lets me know that.

And that makes me happy. So, I guess it’s good that I live in Minnesota, right?

****nope. Not here, either.********

Usually the humor of the day is connected with the latest sewing project.

But the other day, I shouted out a stain with Clorox Toliet Bowl Cleaner with Bleach.

Yep. And I did it before I took the dress off.

Sigh.

But I guess these mistakes are not just made by me. The hubster is getting into the act, too. He was cleaning his glasses the other day and wondering why the lenses weren’t getting clean.

Our daughter pointed out that he was using catnip spray on them.

Oh, yes, that will now become a part of the family legend. She won’t forget that one. She might even embellish it, because she is, after all, the hubster’s daughter!

***yes, there is a transition here. Enjoy it******

And speaking of humor in the sewing room, the needle in my sewing machine fell out while I was stitching the other day. You know, I didn’t know that was a thing. The machine stopped after a second as I stared at the needle lying across the presser foot, still threaded.

Well, that was as good as a medieval gauntlet being thrown down. Was I up for the challenge?

You bet!

The challenge my machine was throwing at me was this: could I insert the needle back into the machine without unthreading it, or even using extra thread to get it there?

I am happy to report that said errant needle was inserted back into the slot while still threaded and without any excess thread needed!!

You have to celebrate the little things and you have to laugh. This is what I have learned from my sewing room exploits.

****another one!******

And, you need to support like minded businesses. I support a company called Subversive Cross Stitch and I listen to a podcast called “Inappropriate Quilters.”

Makes sense, doesn’t it?

Laughter is important.

I made myself laugh awhile ago when I found my self singing

“ A tisket, a tasket,

A red and yellow basket”

while swinging a 12 pack of Charmin by the Target plastic handle.

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I need to find a system that will work for me for jotting down notes for the blog. Either that or write more often. This blog had notes on two different kinds of post-it notes, a Medica envelope, and a steno pad that I use for playing Wordle. Sheesh.

When I was a Girl Scout I had a tiny notepad that was on a plastic lace (you know, like for braiding lanyards?) around my neck. I think it had a small pencil that went with it, tucked into the gold plastic cover. The advantage was that I had it whenever I needed it. I think I wore it for a month.

I have tried stashing steno pads around the house, but then I forget and carry it upstairs with me and then I have two in the sewing room and none in the living room. So, then I have to write myself a post-it note to remind myself to carry it back downstairs. You see my dilemma.

Post-it notes work well in the bathroom where I can put them high enough on the mirror so that Buffy who has a glue addiction can’t get to them. Sticking them to the arm of the chair would definitely not work. It would just feed her addiction.

Maybe I need a secretary, or a clone, or a little butler to follow me around.

Hahahahahaha!!! I’ve always wanted to watch someone butle.

Well, that’s about it for now. Have a wonderful weekend coming up. Take a walk, enjoy the sunshine, listen to the birds sing, watch the hummingbirds and butterflies. Hug someone special. Be good to yourself.

Love,

Janet