Yeah. Darn ironing.
This is going out to Mom as a frequently heard poem of my childhood. Tonight it’s appropriate because I can hear the wind pushing around the precip and generally causing havoc with phone lines and sources of the Internet.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
That’s all she wrote for tonight: two halves that will become one. It’s just easier to iron it all on two pieces and then sew and iron the last seam.
Have it hanging sideways on the wall because it’s too big, but for you, through the magic of camera+ on the iPhone, an upright photo. .
I like how it looks but there was a lot of teeth-gritting and listening to favorite Paul Simon etc to get through the second half. I will need better carrots to keep going.
Time for a glass of wine, some reading and sleep.
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;
Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen. (2.1.9)Weaving spiders come not here;
Hence you long-legged spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence. (2.2.20)
from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Wm Shakespeare
Spent most of last night and today working on NaNoWriMo stuff but tonight I tried to get the sewing going again. The picture is what this kind of piecing is all about – at almost every intersection. There are little wisps of thread waiting to be removed. My little waste bag is a colorful collection of them.
The sun will set without thy assistance.
