It took a while to attract the goldfinches this year to our feeders. We had chickadees, one of which ate directly from Tim’s hand, nuthatches, blue jays of course and squirrels, including a big fat grey one. Well they’re back, in a flock. Yesterday there was no more room at the feeders.
I’m working to keep warm. I put this string quilt on hold while I struggled to learn how to use my knitting machine(s). Now it’s time to finish it for the cabin. The fabric is all homespun and I made it entirely on my Singer treadle sewing machine. It may have even been considered exercise.
I know I’m human because of course I’ve erred but perhaps only I will know. The process was pretty simple. Sew a lot of strips on a square piece of fabric, then clean it up.
Elli was fundamental in helping me plan the layout. Now to add borders and layer it with wool batting. It will weigh a ton and should be toasty. I could have used it last night. It was blustery cold and very windy. We took our evening soak in the hot tub with a wind chill of 9 degrees f. It was so windy, my robe blew right off the coat rack. Happily Tim retrieved it for me. But when I went to put my shoes on, I saw they had blown right down the hill on top of dear, departed Shirley’s ( my feline companion of 18 years) grave. I had to tromp in the snow in my bare feet to retrieve them and say hello to Shirley. Brrrrrr. A hot shower and wool clogs helped.