Creative August Week Four

To begin my fourth week for Creative August I grabbed some thifted vintage white yarn to complete a crochet basket I began at the end of week three.

I found a yo-yo maker I've never used, and hauled out the scrap bin to change that. By the way, making yo-yos is a wonderful way to use up scraps.

Unable to handsew, I got out more thrifted yarn to crochet another basket as physical therapy for another bad arthritis flare-up.

I decided on the perfect way to use four of the seven vintage patchwork blocks I found at a junk shop.

The other three blocks came together for a stitch practice piece.

So far in August I've worked on 29 different projects, only three of which I haven't finished (all embroidery, which has to wait until my hand improves.) Since I have four more days in the month I'll likely work on a couple more things. Stop by the blog on September 1st to see all of them.

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Wishing

I submitted book one of my NA series for professional review and consideration, and in return I was praised for the work and provided with excellent feedback. Now I have some changes to contemplate, and decisions to make about the future. I have a couple of different directions to take, which makes the deciding part a challenge. At times like these I wish I had a crystal ball so I could see the outcome of every choice. Wouldn't life be easier if we could do that? Image by Matthias Böckel from Pixabay

Downtown Discovery

My guy and I are taking time each week to walk around the downtown areas of places we've never had time before to visit, which is how I came across a lovely fiber art supplies shop wth amazing handspun art yarns and hand-dyed embroidery threads from local artists. Fine silk embroidery thread is literally impossible to find in my part of the country, but not anymore. I also loved the amazing selection of hand-dyed flosses. I even found some tiny seed beads for my current project, and a gift for a quilter friend. While I try to thrift as much as I can for my art quilting and embroidery these days, I love the chance to support our my local weavers and dexters.

Of Kork

On the second day of March I overslept. I spent ten hours sleeping, which is very unusual for me. This is because I've suffered from insomnia most of my life, but since making significant changes (like acquiring my current day job, which allowed me to escape all the toxic people I had to deal with in my old job) I sleep much better. These days I usual manage six or seven hours sleep, and if I'm very lucky eight. But ten? I sleep that much only a couple times a year, and generally only when I'm sick. Dreams might be to blame. I remember the night was filled with them, all lovely. I traveled across Europe, I walked the streets of old cities and met lots of interesting people. In one city I stopped by an engagement party where a very attractive couple were exchanging signed contracts. The groom showed me his, and I read these words: "Course shall become Kork." I understood then that they meant to be together forever, and that it was a reincarnation co...

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