I have been missing in action for the last 3 months. Missing, yes, with almost no action during all that time. I did a one week medication mistake that threw me for a loop (really dumb mistake on my part) but then for the next 2 1/2 months I just sat, doing nothing, and being quite comfortable that way. I even stopped going to the studio or going out to eat. Slowly I started to regain strength and do a little. I surprised DH one day when I suggested we go out to eat: he was so excited. So I am still kind of weak but seem to be getting back to doing some things.
The first thing I worked on was this scarf. I had started it months ago with the leftover yarn from the sweater I have knitted but still not sewn together (it is 95 outside so I don't need a heavy sweater yet). Anyway, I started with small needles but then decided I liked the bulky better so knit with size 10. Then I decided to take out the beginning part done on size 7 needles. Did you know that it is really hard to rip out backwards? Well, it really is. I had to pull the yard through each stitch which took a really long time. I finally got it all out and then reknit the first part to match the rest. I toyed with the idea of this being a cowl but bound the ends off anyway.
Then yesterday I decided to sew a fabric bowl. 11 years ago I bound the cloths cord with fabric but kind of fell out of interest in sewing this thing together. When I moved back to AL I brought the cord with me and hid it under the sewing table. I could still kind of see it but just ignored it. So I crawled under the table and pulled this covered cord out and began stitching. Of course I made a mistake right off the bat.
I set my stitching up so that the "bowl" was building up inside the machine's throat. You probably can't tell but I did round up the edges and decided that this was going to be a "plate". I have started another one, going in the right direction, but ran out of time so I will get back to you with my progress.
This morning I replanted my grandma's Christmas cactus. My grandma died when I was 12 years old. She was a hand quilter who frequently quilted other people's quilts to earn an income. I was told that this cactus is a cutting from her's. When I got it it only had 3 ribs but look at it now. It has been a house plant so I figure it will have to have some adjustment time out on the deck.
It has joined my other plants and is enjoying the warm soft breeze. When I decided to take this picture I included the little pot it is has been living in. I imagine she is experiencing culture shock.
I don't do a lot every day. I seem to wear out after only a short time and frequently it takes a day or two to recuperate. But it really is nice to be at least a little productive again. Please come back and check on me.
