summer sewing and not cooking

P1070288I got a sheet set that came in a little fabric bag.  Cut the bag up.  And a duvet cover that came with shams–yeah, right, like we use shams, cut those up.  Made a wee bedding set for a little girl I know.  (Clementine box doll bed.  It’s gotta be a clementine box bed.)  This little girl is just the most adorable thing ever.  She has three older brothers who are all really boyish boys.  They’re always in their tree house or digging up sassafras roots to make actual homemade soda (they collect antique bottles and let things ferment and they have some gadget that crimps the bottle caps on–it’s crazy; they’re the real deal), and then their tiny sister is there with her dainty Mary Jane shoes and her baby dolls and her baby doll “car seats” (little wicker baskets)–which her mama actually buckles into their vehicle.   I can’t wait to give it to her!!!

Working on my daughter’s quilt.

P1070291My pattern is: looking at a Pinterest picture on my phone every two minutes.  Needless to say, I really have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m confusing myself.

I finally finished a little lap quilt.  It’s not a quilt, technically, just a blanket.  Front and back.  I’m thinking it will be nice for an ever so slightly chilly fall afternoon on the back porch.

P1070296People have been giving me produce.  See how nice it looks on my counter?

P1070293Will I do anything with it, though? Ah, that’s the question.

I’m such a horrid cook.  Wish I could just toss stuff in a pan and saute it to perfection.  Add a liddabit of dis, a liddabit of dat, and…poof!  Food for the people!

But no.  I’m all looking on the Internet, trying to find a recipe, getting discouraged when I have everything but the marjoram, looking for another recipe, altering a recipe, cooking some ghastly concoction, burning the food, starting a fire, turning off the smoke detectors, answering the door cause my neighbors have come over to see if we’re OK because they heard the smoke detectors, crying a little bit, scrubbing my stove, having to take another shower to get the smell off, going to bed late and exhausted…

In the end, it’s just so much easier to take a picture of the vegetables, and then go sew something.

Do you know what I mean?  Does anybody…know? what I mean?

Probably not.  Probably just me.


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