Locked down, like most of the world, it seems. Ah, my foolish dreams of sewing, reading, wafting around the house thinking deep thoughts and learning fifteen new languages before lunch. In fact (of course) I am feeding more people, more of the time, clearing and cleaning more (not my forte but even I have my standards) and spending quite a lot of time supervising school work. Sewing, not so much.
I am grateful, though, that so far we are all healthy and hopeful that I may eventually find a rhythm that allows for use of a sewing machine and/or needle and thread.
In the meantime, just before this all started, I did a bit of sewing that I haven't had a chance to blog.
Sadly these are mostly pictures of that phase at the beginning of a quilt when, basically, I am still a bit stuck and am making bits in the hope that light will dawn.
I made some hourglasses - different shapes and sizes.
Then I went away, thought about it and decided that, for now at least, I didn't want to go down that route, which felt a bit predictable. So, second start involved lots of hourglass the same size (I use the term lightly, since they are not being measured, just eyeballed).Once I had a few, I could play around a bit...
or this?
Nearly, but not quite. Still, it feels like I am groping towards something that will satisfy me.
Maybe I will start getting up half an hour earlier, or going to bed half an hour later, and carve out some time that way.