Sunday the 19th
The chill of days gone by is now a sun-filled sky with temps at 31 degrees. A roller coaster to keep us guessing.
Today I did an obligatory load of laundry so my PT uniform is ready for Tuesday. It is a softer than soft, washed out pair of yoga pants and a shirt that mirrors it. Nothing harsh or stiff. I also caved and made an oven dish for supper. It beats the last ditch efforts. Dennis is a creature of habit. Dennis likes a hot meal for supper . . . and who allowed that habit to build over decades of time? Me! I have no bitches coming . . . but . . . sometimes I like to stomp my imaginary foot.
My heart always enjoys a visit to the studio where I can be whoever I want to be. Today I enjoyed a muffin taken out of the freezer, a cup of cold coffee and Christmas music on the radio. I dug around and found several more zippers I could use to make the cork zippered “what nots.”
I got out an arsenals of scissors and cutting tools ready to find out which would work best for cutting out the narrow strip of cork for the zipper to be put into. The tool that worked the best, the one closest to the bottom of the photo, is a spring loaded snippers that was sold as a tool for making rag flannel quilts. The snipper is sharp right to the tip for making a clean curve of a cut on the cork. For the rag flannel quilts, all the seams of the flannel squares were on the outside and this tools snipped into the seams. The quilt was then washed and dried and the seams became fuzzy shreds. Flannel loves to ravel. Sister Elvera found out that the clothes drier got very very hot with all the loose shredded threads . . . very hard on the heating element.
I managed to putz the afternoon away. The days end well when I have something tangible to show for my time. In total I do have four of the zippered cases done. Working with this small project wet my whistle and I may attempt something larger and more complex with the cork fabric. Even to not decided is to have decided.