Returned & Renovated

After a whirlwind week with my favorite person visiting, and our contractor finishing up our bath renovation, I'm finally back to blogging. You remember the old shower, yes? Here's what it looks like now:

My guy has a bit of paint touch-up work to do on the walls and baseboards, and he'll be installing new towel hangars. We'll also be having custom glass doors added so we don't have to use shower curtains anymore, but otherwise it's ready. I took the inaugural shower in it last night, and having the room to move around and the light to see what I'm doing was amazing.

The tile is so much prettier than the prefabbed shell of the old shower (I feel safer with tile versus slippery fiberglass under my feet, too.)

We also discovered and fixed a water leak in the piping that we didn't know we had, so that was a big bonus.

Designing the new shower, picking out the tile and making sure it worked for both of us took time, but it was also worth it. We're both happy with the end result, which is all that matters.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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