This afternoon, I was finally motivated to haul the boards from the shelves I was given a few weeks ago out of the erstwhile studio and back into the living room. A considerable task, as the studio is still frightfully askew.
I did, however, after a couple of hours, complete the construction of the two lovely shelves. It did take finding the instructions online for me to even attempt it. I had, as you might know, been given the four uprights, and countless shelves along with a plastic bag filled with all manner of things with which to re-construct those shelves.
Yes, a simple matter in some cases. In this case, I was prepared to use bricks to support the boards in a rather haphazard tower of wobbling shelves. The internet saved me from any disaster well before it had a chance to happen.
The two large shelves are now on the living room floor on their sides awaiting summoning from the studio manager (me, of course) to slide themselves back down the hall to be used as harbour from the storms for the fabrics. Can you tell I’ve been watching too much House of Elliot? I always feel rather stilted in speech when I’ve completed each disc — three episodes on each one. What lovely scandals and a lot of hoohaa was created in those episodes, not to mention the lovely, and quite useless wardrobe creations.
I was once interested in clothing design, creating and stitching my own clothing from high school and into college and beyond. How long since I made anything for myself? Made a three-quarter length black wool jacket lined with black satin about….. hmmm….. maybe 10 years ago. Living in Sacramento is not conducive to wearing black wool. Maybe three mornings or late nights in the dead of winter, but otherwise useless.
Not quite sure how I got to the stage where I am today — creating wall hangings of various and sundry bits and pieces. Who am I to question? I merely do as the muse guides when I am fortunate enough to be guided.
Tomorrow morning brings first a cleaning of the kitchen, then completion of the top of the red, white and black piece. Maybe I’ll even get the batting cut, as well as the backing and borders. Yes, I said borders. I will go out to the bead store tomorrow to get some of those red glass square bits that are so shiny when hit by the light. One kind of bead in the central portion of this piece, along with a bit of stitching in a rather pale sage green crochet thread…. or maybe that will also be red. I’ll only know when I get to that part.
Heard from the fabric store in Sequim the other day, that they are still expecting me to do a bit of a trunk show while I am up there in Nov/Dec. A catalyst for creativity!
Going to bed. Early nights for me have brought on a lovely change in my sleeping habits. I go to bed when I’m tired, rather than blinking myself awake during those times. Sleep is good for one, isn’t it?
Here’s the jaunty, haunting bit of jazzy violin from the House of Elliot. There was some marvelous horn playing during a couple episodes.
Later, darlings…….
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