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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

One Down ....

I thought I should let you know that the first cataract surgery was done this morning and it all went well.  Now it's a matter of time to heal.  The last four days I worked hard at getting everything in order around the place: raking hay, laundry, mowing, weed eating, things I won't be doing for a while and the farmer has too much put off on him as it is.  Yesterday was my last day to walk through the chickens.  Today our daughter and son-in-law have come to help the farmer with them.

Thanks for all your kind thoughts and comments for me.  One of life's hurdles...

Charlotte.

Monday, May 1, 2017

The Old Home Place and the Fields

After church one Sunday, I asked my husband to drive past the old home place and the fields where I grew up. Many big houses had been built in what used to be grown-over, wooded land, and houses that at one time were grand, in comparison to ours, now looked run down, and some even boarded up in front.

As the old home place and the fields, so changed now, came into view, I seemed to be grasping for something that couldn't be attained. I wanted to walk in the field where cucumbers and watermelons grew. I wanted to stand in the little pine thicket, once set on fire by lightning. I wanted to sit beneath a cedar at the edge of the strawberry patch and smell the sweetness of the ripe, red berries. I wanted to scrape soapstone from the banks of the ditch by the old garden, and put my foot in the branch where my paper dolls swam and crawdads grabbed eagerly for a piece of fat meat dangling from a string. I wanted to scour the hillside looking for the rocks that made our playhouses, and maybe find a glass mason jar lid from which our dolls had been fed. I wanted to taste the golden molasses, cooked at the old sorghum mill, and roll down the pile of pummies, swarming with yellow jackets and wasps. And most of all, I wanted to be where the old house had been, to see if something of it might still be there.
We drove across the top of Turkey Mountain, and I wondered if the trail we walked every day, to catch the school bus, was still there. I wondered if the sawdust pile and the slabs, on the side of the hill, had rotted away; I wanted to build another "cabin" with the slabs.

At the bottom of the hill, where the fence ran northward, we left the home place behind and came back to the present. I have a different life now; we've made memories, but nothing as profound as those of a little girl running wild and free over that rocky, hillside farm.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Still Waiting

I'm still waiting to have the cataract surgery.  It's been wearing on me, knowing there is so much work to be done on the farm this time of year and I won't be able to help with it.  If the rains hadn't decided to be so plentiful this week, we could have put up the first cutting of hay and I could have raked it as usual.  Also, the chickens will be big and that's definitely work "they" will keep me away from because of the dust and the heavy lifting.  In a month after the first surgery, the second eye will be done, so it may be into July before things can get back to normal.  Our service tech graciously said he would help the farmer with two of the houses; such a nice man! 

On my chart of activities I can do and time after discharge, it says, routine household chores with exception of scrubbing floors (like that was going to happen anyway ~ lol), 1 to 2 days.  But, dental work, 6 weeks.  Yay!!!

I feel ashamed to complain about any of this.  After all, many, many people are going through much more serious health issues.  The trips this requires brings me more angst than anything else.  I'm not used to so much traffic and the hustle and bustle of the city.  Here on the farm we have fire ants which push up mounds of dirt, and when one steps on/kicks the mound, the ants come swarming out in all directions.  When we are in heavy traffic, I say to the farmer, "Someone kicked the ant hill!"

Yesterday was a gloomy, rainy day, and although I usually like such days, I could find nothing to spend my time doing.  I've just about given up sewing until I can see better; ripping out isn't my favorite thing to do.  I can see well enough to crochet, so I'm glad there's a good supply of yarn on hand.  And I can still follow the lines to do paper piecing, but the ink in the copy machine ran out so I couldn't print off more papers.

So, today I cut out an apron to have ready when the time comes.


The kitchen island makes a perfect cutting surface.


I've used this pattern several times for making both misses and child aprons.  And like it says, it's so easy.

Patience ~ that's what I need!
Charlotte

Friday, April 7, 2017

And then...

there were more scraps.  Not fabric this time, but yarn scraps left from the baby blankets I posted a while back.  I used the same pattern but added a small strip of pink to each end of the white blanket, making it a sweet wrap for a baby girl on a winter day.


Thanks to everyone who left encouraging comments for me concerning my upcoming cataract surgery.  No date has been set so I'm just waiting it out,

Have a wonderful weekend!
Charlotte

Friday, March 31, 2017

A little bump in my road of life is happening.  It all started when I went to get my driver's license renewed.  When I was asked to take the vision test, the minute I saw the image I knew I was in trouble.  I kept waiting for those large letters I thought I remembered being on the chart, but they never appeared.  And when I attempted to read them, "E, ? ? ?". the lady told me< "They're numbers." I failed the test, but if I had my eyes examined and got glasses I could get the license.

I was able to get an appointment the next day.  Same chart; where are those big letters?  The doctor flipped different sized lens in front of my eyes and then told me, "I can't do anything for you with glasses."  So I have cataracts in both eyes and will have laser surgery after a physical and more tests.

I don't particularly dread the surgery; I'm a tough cookie, but not so tough when it comes to making the early morning trips to the office.  You see, I'm somewhat agoraphobic, and being away from home makes me very nervous.  I think of things at night and I can feel my insides being tied in knots; then I pray and try to think of my sewing room.  Sometimes I'd like to just fasten the door, work on my projects and not ever have to feel those knots again. 

I had to find a PCP because I haven't been to a doctor since the 80s; I haven't needed to go.  Now the magnets on the refrigerator hold slips of paper with dates and times and I try to ignore them and push it all aside.

It's strange, how years ago I couldn't see up close and had to have glasses to read; now that's changed, I can see up close fairly well, but everything in the distance seems to be in a fog.

Since I'm still able to see how to sew, I'm making things from larger pieces of fabric.

A towel attached to the apron is a handy thing.  I have another apron almost finished.  I've always wondered when my last stitch would be made; hopefully there will be many more ~ and more accurately made.  I may let the blogging sit idle for a while until this has passed but I'll try to keep up with your words.

Charlotte

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Baby Quilt ~ Wild Goose Chase

Remember the box of little scraps left over from the Pickle Dish units?  I asked if there were any bets on what I'd do with them.  Some thought I would make doll quilts  or wall hangings from them.  But all the time I had in mind to make a baby quilt.  So the top is finished and here it is:






Small pieces for sure, and very time consuming to piece, but so worth it.  If you're looking for perfection you won't find it here.  Despite all my pressing, marking, and pinning, not all the points matched at the center squares.   I learned a long time ago, while making doll quilts, mistakes are more visible when the pieces are small; even the width of a thread can throw off the perfect seam.

I took a few clippings from the wastebasket and put them near the bird feeder; maybe a bird will take some for her nest.  For instance, can't you imagine this conversation:  Popa Mocking Bird says to Mama bird as they ready a new nest, "See what I found today for you to use in your nest.  Mama Charlotte laid them out just for us, with only one request, that we sing by the light of the moon when summer comes."





There are many scraps left in the box, but I'm tired of working with small pieces and have a hankering to use a larger piece of fabric for a change.  So, I'll put the lid on the box of scraps and perhaps, just maybe, either get brave enough to throw them away or make a doll quilt.

May your weekend by a pleasant one.
Charlotte


Friday, February 24, 2017

Baby Blankets

My after-supper projects have been finished.


These are two, fast and easy, baby blankets.  Easy, because it is made with two stitches, single crochet and chain stitch.  It would be a perfect pattern for a beginner; I'm not a beginner but I'm all for easy.  Fast?  Well probably for most people, but age is making me slower and besides, what's the hurry.

The instructions leave it up to the person doing the work as to what she wants to use for a border.  I chose a simple shell pattern.  


The yarn used for these blankets was BERNAT baby sport and I used a size 6 crochet hook.  The closeness of the stitches makes the blanket feel almost like a thermal blanket.  The free pattern can be found here: https://www.thespruce.com/easy-crochet-baby-blanket-pattern-978033   If you crochet, give it a try; I think you will be pleased with the outcome.

Have a good weekend!
Charlotte