It's about time

Last year I decided to finish all my quilt tops, even if it meant paying to have the larger ones quilted.  The first step in that process was taken yesterday when my star quilt was booked in with a local long-armer, and you have no idea how good it feels.

 Even though it has just been a finished top for umpteen years and would probably be considered old-fashioned now I still like it.  How many other quilters went through the "French Provincial blue and yellow" phase, I wonder?  Sadly it's just too big for me to quilt without pain and discomfort, much as I would love to do so.

Now to make the backing from another pretty blue and yellow floral print, also bought many years ago and patiently waiting ever since.

All those cut-off triangle points weren't wasted, either.  This was made from the leftovers.  I paid good money for that fabric, and I wasn't going to chuck it out.

It's not as big, so I was able to quilt it without too much difficulty.

The proper applique continues slowly.  It has only been worked on at night while watching TV, one tree is finished and two more are still to be done.

The cortisone injection two weeks ago seems to be kicking in and my hip is nowhere near as bad, for which I am thankful.  Kevin probably is too.  This morning my regular masseuse said one of her clients, a big burly bloke, was in tears on her table one day with bursitis pain; we decided it was something we wouldn't inflict on our worst enemy.  Then again, perhaps we would......

The latest on the house:  last Friday two people from the remediation company came in to remove the last of the dead carpet and to unpack every cupboard and bookshelf in our living room ready for when new carpet is laid.  One was the female half of our first nice young couple, the other was guess who......yes, The Bloke referred to in my last post.  I hung around barely long enough to be sociable then went shopping, and by the time I returned he had gone.

So now our house is darker because grey concrete is deeper toned than beige carpet, and the rooms echo because they are emptier.  All my quilting, sewing, music and cook books, and all our music CDs, are packed in boxes in the garage.  I did keep out a few music books and some CDs, but I miss the packed-up ones.

We also found that we will need to replace our big computer desk and a wooden filing cabinet because of water damage to the bases.  Another bloke is coming tomorrow morning to look at the kitchen cupboards and assess any damage to them.

Last week's heatwave has ended and gone, thank goodness.  Each subsequent day broke new heat records, and the town recorded its hottest ever temperatures.  It was quite unpleasant; last month we had really good rain, but recent heat has dried everything out so much that any benefit from the rain is gone.

Never mind - one day autumn will happen.

"Squint-eyes and cross eyes.
Parents should also be careful that their children do not become squint or cross-eyed through any carelessness.  A child's hair hanging down loosely over its eyes, or a bonnet projecting too far over them, or a loose ribbon or tape fluttering over the forehead, is sometimes sufficient to direct the sight irregularly until it becomes permanently crossed."

Bet you didn't know that, did you?  Just think of all those little eyes blighted because a careless parent allowed a loose ribbon to flutter......

Enjoy your days!