Canceled Visit
We were to travel two hours to the northeast today to visit a nephew. On the other end, Larry cautioned about the forecast. On this end, Dennis agreed. These two old timers decided to stay safe at home. The worst of the forecast may not evolve, but why take a chance in relationship to what has happened elsewhere with storms.
It is 52 degrees out this mid afternoon with gray, still air. Tornado watches are in effect. When the ice cold air whips up and meets this warm air . . . it is anyone’s guess.
I sometimes feel like a depository of all things in the realm of creativity. I have worked with cork fabric from time to time and never amassed a lot of it as it is expensive. Low and behold in November what looked like a plaid gun case came to me in my studio. Oh my, oh my! A friend has given up crafting. In
exchange for some of my embroidered towels, the contents of the plaid case were mine. As I have no pending projects, today was the day I examined all of the contents of my very own gun case. I was curious enough that I downloaded an easy zippered case pattern to try my hand at the cork fabric. All went well. While I was at it, I downloaded a cork fabric pattern for an eyeglass case as well as a folded passport case that could have multiple uses. I have a variety of zippers and I may do several of this zippered case and use some coordinating zippers up as well. I will continue checking out the internet for ideas to use the cork fabric.
My crafting genes come from my paternal grandmother, Laura, and from my mom, Lena. Oh, I can’t forget the kid’s grandmother, Esther Schafer. There was never a scrap of anything that was thrown away or wasted. Crocheting was in 
the bag with all three and I learned to crochet from Orlin when we lived in Texas. I do miss crocheting as the wrists have lost the swift rotation needed for the hook to make a stitch. What I do have left, I need to save for day-to-day tasks. Sewing and embroidery can be manipulated with the entire hand, using more of the fingers than the wrist.
One minute it looks as if it could rain and the next minute the sun is out bright. December’s very unusual weather. If the winds do pick up as they predict, anything not nailed down will be . . . somewhere else.