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vanillafluffy January has been a lot more peaceful than December. December just sucked.
Swedish weaving is consuming a lot of my time. I wouldn't go so far
as to say I'm good at it--like bowling and playing pool, I have more enthusiasm than talent--but it's keeping me busy. If I'm sitting and stitching, I can't nibble, right? I joined a Fb group for Swedish weaving, and one of the posters clued me in that IKEA offers throws out of the same fabric used for weaving, except it's already pre-washed and hemmed! It runs about $16 a yard at Joann Fabrics,, but the IDEA version was almost two yards, shipped, for $23. I told the ladies at the senior center about the group and IDEA, and they loved it.
With GK's approval, I got one of the IKEA throws--its name is Oddrun--in charcoal grey. (It's also offered in 'natural'.) Haven't started it yet; it just arrived Friday morning, just in time for me to take it to the Friday group, and since then, I've mostly been focused on picking up and sorting and decluttering. GK was here Friday morning, and we went through my living room and packed up the Christmas decor. My sewing machine is accessible, which is exciting--it would be nice to get a few WIPs out of the various tote-bags they're stashed in and complete some of them. Not immediately--I'm trying to get organized, and pulling out miles of fabric is no way to do it.
And it's going to take time, because FLH has done a bunk--he blew me off several times in a row and finally sent a text saying he just doesn't have time because of his other jobs. *sigh* But GK was very helpful, and when Mr. GK is out of town in a couple weeks, she's going to bring one of her big folding tables so we can excavated everything from under my cabinets in the kitchen. I've been spending a lot of time in there lately, and not being able to find things is really aggravating. A lot of it just got crammed in wherever because I was trying to unpack, but it's in no kind of order. I've gone looking for things, not found them, replaced them, and then, of course, they turned up. I'm tired of that!
Having put on several horrifying pounds last month, I'm trying had to rein it in; I'm actually cooking something other than ubiquitous fried eggs--it's amazing how many meals a singleton can eke out of a rotisserie chicken with the help of a slow cooker and some canned goods. (This is "Eat Out of the Pantry Month as far as I'm concerned. And the freezer.) GK has been known to bring goodies--she brought me some nice cut-up beef chunks that are bubbling merrily in the slow cooker with some onions, mushroom and kidney beans with a quart of beef broth. With judicious managing, I think I can make it through the rest of the month with minimal outlay on groceries.
I'm not buying snacks--there are plenty of ingredients, the assembly and baking of which tends to cool my ardor for forbidden fruit. The senior center has a diabetes management class running from the end of January to the first week of March...that's on my radar, because I do better if I understand WHY I'm supposed to be doing things a certain way. Just saying "You can't eat THAT!" is like waving a red flag in front of a bull--just watch me!--I mean, I've been dieting since the Nixon administration, but my metabolism was different back then. In those days, I could not eat for a day or two and drop ten pounds. Now, every pound is a hard-fought war...but after everything I went through to get the surgery, I weigh THE SAME, and that's unacceptable, and it's all on me. There's got to be a middle ground between 'Live to Eat' and 'Eat to Live'.
In day-to-day biz, I've scribbled a few short things for prompts, One of the things I have on in the background while I'm stitching is a DVD set from "Great Courses" about the origins of words, which is interesting and is something I can listen to rather than having to watch it. I've gotten five trash bags of clothes out of there, and I know I need to take it farther. My style is evolving, and my closet needs to reflect that. I've also gotten a new set of frames--no lenses yet, tho I have the 'scrip--because the ones from a couple years ago worked fine when my hair was in a bob, I looked like something out of Mary Engelbreit==but NOT with the short 'do. The new ones are black metal, and they're angular which compliments my bone structure.
Anyway, that's what's been going on me with for the last few weeks. Love to all!
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Swedish weaving is consuming a lot of my time. I wouldn't go so far
as to say I'm good at it--like bowling and playing pool, I have more enthusiasm than talent--but it's keeping me busy. If I'm sitting and stitching, I can't nibble, right? I joined a Fb group for Swedish weaving, and one of the posters clued me in that IKEA offers throws out of the same fabric used for weaving, except it's already pre-washed and hemmed! It runs about $16 a yard at Joann Fabrics,, but the IDEA version was almost two yards, shipped, for $23. I told the ladies at the senior center about the group and IDEA, and they loved it.
With GK's approval, I got one of the IKEA throws--its name is Oddrun--in charcoal grey. (It's also offered in 'natural'.) Haven't started it yet; it just arrived Friday morning, just in time for me to take it to the Friday group, and since then, I've mostly been focused on picking up and sorting and decluttering. GK was here Friday morning, and we went through my living room and packed up the Christmas decor. My sewing machine is accessible, which is exciting--it would be nice to get a few WIPs out of the various tote-bags they're stashed in and complete some of them. Not immediately--I'm trying to get organized, and pulling out miles of fabric is no way to do it.
And it's going to take time, because FLH has done a bunk--he blew me off several times in a row and finally sent a text saying he just doesn't have time because of his other jobs. *sigh* But GK was very helpful, and when Mr. GK is out of town in a couple weeks, she's going to bring one of her big folding tables so we can excavated everything from under my cabinets in the kitchen. I've been spending a lot of time in there lately, and not being able to find things is really aggravating. A lot of it just got crammed in wherever because I was trying to unpack, but it's in no kind of order. I've gone looking for things, not found them, replaced them, and then, of course, they turned up. I'm tired of that!
Having put on several horrifying pounds last month, I'm trying had to rein it in; I'm actually cooking something other than ubiquitous fried eggs--it's amazing how many meals a singleton can eke out of a rotisserie chicken with the help of a slow cooker and some canned goods. (This is "Eat Out of the Pantry Month as far as I'm concerned. And the freezer.) GK has been known to bring goodies--she brought me some nice cut-up beef chunks that are bubbling merrily in the slow cooker with some onions, mushroom and kidney beans with a quart of beef broth. With judicious managing, I think I can make it through the rest of the month with minimal outlay on groceries.
I'm not buying snacks--there are plenty of ingredients, the assembly and baking of which tends to cool my ardor for forbidden fruit. The senior center has a diabetes management class running from the end of January to the first week of March...that's on my radar, because I do better if I understand WHY I'm supposed to be doing things a certain way. Just saying "You can't eat THAT!" is like waving a red flag in front of a bull--just watch me!--I mean, I've been dieting since the Nixon administration, but my metabolism was different back then. In those days, I could not eat for a day or two and drop ten pounds. Now, every pound is a hard-fought war...but after everything I went through to get the surgery, I weigh THE SAME, and that's unacceptable, and it's all on me. There's got to be a middle ground between 'Live to Eat' and 'Eat to Live'.
In day-to-day biz, I've scribbled a few short things for prompts, One of the things I have on in the background while I'm stitching is a DVD set from "Great Courses" about the origins of words, which is interesting and is something I can listen to rather than having to watch it. I've gotten five trash bags of clothes out of there, and I know I need to take it farther. My style is evolving, and my closet needs to reflect that. I've also gotten a new set of frames--no lenses yet, tho I have the 'scrip--because the ones from a couple years ago worked fine when my hair was in a bob, I looked like something out of Mary Engelbreit==but NOT with the short 'do. The new ones are black metal, and they're angular which compliments my bone structure.
Anyway, that's what's been going on me with for the last few weeks. Love to all!
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