Nine Pounds First Look

The nine pounds of fabric I won from a Goodwill online auction arrived, so let's see what I got.

Here's a shot of everything. I got A LOT more fabric than I expected. Among them are some very nice batik scraps, bird and peacock prints, and a bunch of quilter's panels. I can already tell whoever owned this fabric was a huge fan of bird and outdoor-themed quilts.

I'll have to count all the panels when I measure the lot, but there are a pile of them. Weirdly, there's one cartoony space panel. Then again, I have a fat quarter with an ancient Egyptian print, right? So you never know what will make it into a stash.

This Halloween panel is just adorable. Pretty sure that's a Hoffman (checking, and yep, circa 2017, which gives me a rough estimate of how old the stash is.)

Some of the panels are older than the Hoffman -- maybe from 2000 to 2010? -- but in new condition. All of the fabric is. There is a bit of a storage smell, so I'll have to wash everything, but this was definitely more quality than I expected.

Stay tuned to see how many yards of fabric I will get out of my 9 pounds. :)

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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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