Been missing you all and having a wicked hard time trying to retrieve and load new images. This past month has seen me hard at work in the sewing studio with lots of projects in various stages. The most noteworthy occurrence has been my renewed relationship with Valentine … the Juki wondergirl. My friend Elaine (who is a wizard of all things technical AND fiber-y) came over, sat me down and together we discovered the joys of this machine. I. AM. IN. LOVE. While I will always return to the safety of my Bernina, I must admit that the Juki is a dream machine. You Juki-ites know what I’m sayin’.
This is a photo of my son with his boxer Stewie. (Stewart when he is naughty) He is a lovely boy and we are all so fond of him. This family of mine has always been lucky when it comes to our furry friends. Characters all – full of silly and willful and smart and not so smart – jolly and regal and above all, devoted.
I have been alone with my companions Harley and Tula for a little over a month, and it has been such a supremely wonderful time. The Can-Do-Guy was building a house in the Bahamas and our little threesome quickly readjusted and settled into a pleasant routine. What I noticed though, was how the dogs would go on alert each night at the hour of Scott’s appearance. They would listen, sniff around the door jam and often pierce the night with hilarious barking and howling at – what? He never came! I was reminded daily of what devotion looks and sounds like when I came through the door after work. Truly, if you are seeking unconditional love – get a dog. (But only if you have room in your heart and your life for all of the wonderful).
And speaking of dogs – Harley is slowing down a bit, but still eating and wagging and rolling in the grass. These are the small miracles that I live for daily. He has shown great enthusiasm for the Can-Do-Guy’s return – running to him, following him at a faster clip than I’d thought possible, and vocally welcoming him every chance he gets. Also, and I hate to admit this, but the truth is – he caught and killed a rabbit last week. I hated it, but I won’t hold it against him. He is a Retriever. He was doing what Retrievers do. He laid the poor thing down and shuffled off. We had a small service and a burial.
Do you remember this piece from a few years ago? I’ve spent the last week hand quilting it and I am crazy about the feel of the wool batting (which is partnered with a glorious AGF voile backing) and the general weight and softness of the layers. I know that it is destined to become my go-to blankie. And yes, adults can have blankies. In fact, I think that they SHOULD and I don’t use that word very often. Get a blankie and take a nap.