Rayen

In three weeks fall will arrive , and that's the season I dislike most. Everything beautiful and green from summer begins to brown and wither. Pumpkin spice, which I don't care for at all, is everywhere. This is the worst stretch of the hurricane season, too. I saw Halloween decor being put out in stores back in July, and I was so not ready for it. Christmas decor will follow, probably well before Halloween. Fall ends four days before the winter holidays, which I really dread every year. I am trying to change my attitude toward everything I dislike, so I'm going to enjoy these last three weeks of summer, and then find ways to appreciate fall rather than hate it. Be the observer instead of the prisoner, my spiritual teachings say. I can do that. I can also steer myself into happier directions. For example, Halloween was wonderful last year because I really got into it. I made Halloween costumes for thrifted stuffed animals. I had a Halloween party and...

My guy and I had the chance to visit Ormond Beach in the middle of the week, which was beautiful and almost completely empty. To see more pics, check out my album here .

I found this patchwork quilt top for a song at one of the antique markets we visited, and it's kind of a mess. It's unfinished, the fabric choices are odd, and sewn so poorly it doesn't lay flat. It was also sewn together with zig zag stitches, which I've never before seen a quilter do. Anyway, as it is I can't save it or finish it, so I decided to recycle it into stitch practice pieces. I do want to hand stitch some reclaimed patchwork into my September tote, so I really need to practice and see what I am still capable of doing. I put together two mug rugs and a mat for practice stitching. The rest of the quilt top will be repurposed for other projects. I also learned some things doing this. I'm not going to be able to feather stitch or embroider much longer, as I fought my fingers just to get this much done. I can only manage huge straight stitches unless I use a very small, very sharp quilting needle, which was a nice revelati...

At the moment I'm thinking about what I want to do next year. My guy and I are not getting younger, and he's having issues now that require more of my attention (not yet in decline, just getting older.) One thing I spend about an hour a day on that I don't need to is updating my three blogs. Should I finally give them up and quit online journaling? Pros: I'd gain an hour of free time every day. I don't have much of an audience now, and that will continue to dwindle as online friends and any other interested parties go elsewhere for content. I'm not really contributing anything meaningful to the online writing community anymore since going freelance (nor do I feel I have to. Did that for fourteen years.) It is a time sink, and since I maintain my own handwritten personal journals I will still have a place to put my thoughts. Cons: I would probably not spend that free hour doing anything for my guy, as he sleeps in these days, so my mornings would b...

I do love to cook. It reminds me of my dad, it makes me decompress and my guy (and my nephew!) are very appreciative. That said, there are some things I refuse to cook or eat, and I will not apologize for that. Why? Take a look at the list and my reasons: Ten Things I Refuse to Cook and/or Eat Anything with the word "dump" in the recipe title. I associate that word with abandoned children, bowel movements, and landfills. It's also not cooking to me if you dump everything together in a crockpot and walk away. Beets as an ingredient: Alas, beets are not allowed in my cooking, my house or my mouth. You can thank my cousin Arnold for traumatizing me at a very young age by telling me they were blood eggs. Clams and Clam Chowder: I will eat just about any kind of seafood except clams. They look and smell nasty. I don't care if they're ground up in the soup and I probably won't taste them. That's what my mother said about squash. Liver: I...

This shabby little Vera Bradley wristlet was well-loved by the original owner, as evidenced by the amount of wear and tear. I actually love worn-out purses like this because they're fun to rehab and repurpose. The wrist strap is pretty threadbare. I want to shore up that and the weaker spots, cover the damage and turn it into a needle and scissor holder pouch. Let's see if I can. Because they are usually 100% fabric Vera Bradley purses are easy to hand sew. I found some antique lace that would suit the colors and design and starting stitching it over the areas of wear. I used strips of lace on both sides and two wee crocheted doilies over the bottom corners where the fabric had worn away. I added a few vintage buttons for fun. The rehabbed wristlet. It's not perfect, and I didn't intend for it to be. I wanted to give it a second life here in my sewing room. I'm always hunting for my embroidery scissors and yarn needles; now I know exact...