Scrappy Fabulosity

I had two Fabscrap orders on backorder since they shut down for the holidays (which I knew would happen because they posted the dates on their web site), and the first one arrived earlier this month. It's so much fun opening these boxes.

I ordered a neutral naturals yard pack, which came with these three yards. The gold is a heavy cotton, and the cream is a canvas. Not sure what the polka dot fabric is, but it's sheer and a lot like organza.

I also ordered more mendables, and got this men's black dress shirt. Everywhere you see safety pins is an open seam or slit, but I can sew them up easily. I think it might fit me, too.

The other top was this drawstrong knit turtleneck by a big name designer, which I looked up. If you want a new one of these they list for $82.00.

Just needs to be mended or patched in the back. :)

I was so impressed with the first sequin scrap pack I got I ordered another one before they sold out (which they did a few days later.) Among all the pretty things there's a gorgeous white lace applique piece and stunning quarter yard of ombre sequinned fabric in perfect condition.

Finally I got a white scrap pack, which also did not disappoint.

Stayed tuned to see the second Fabscrap back order when it arrives.

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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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