Sunday the 8th
Radio church was enjoyed this forenoon.
Bright sunlight plus the good word made for a contented feeling.
Dennis is helping me with some cutting of fabric. Two new blades were inserted into the individual cutters so his hands could trade off. A small bin of scraps came about after many quilts were done. No intention of a hurry, hurry. The end result will be many scraps 7″ long with various widths. A scrapy quilt was featured on YouTube. It looked good enough to try.
I have begun working on a kit that includes the pattern and all of the needed fabric. The individual pieces of fabric, some are 3″ square on up to 8″ square. All is to be utilized within the project. This will indeed be a slow as we go. There was no definite log as to what goes where. It was a gift of good intentions.
We have a faithful walker, the owner of the lumberyard on Man Street, in rain or shine. Today I notice a bit of a shift in his get-along. He may well be in his 70s. The lumberyard has been for sale for many years. No new shipments of supplies come in. Each piece that is purchased needs to be scrutinized as it may be warped. The pails of paint have been on shelving whether it is 90 degrees or a minus 30 degrees. Very sad. His grandfather and father entrusted this business to be a part of our community into perpetuity.
No . . . I won’t go into how sad our Main Street looks with many empty store fronts.
With that I will take my leave. ♥