More of Those Itty Bitty Baby Steps . . . . .

OK, use your imagination here.  I am attacking the dreaded mending pile.  Actually, it has way more than just mending.  One example would be these cute little bright numbers.  I use yard sticks to keep little ankle biters out of the drawers in my "laundry closet", so named be cause it used to house my laundry, which is now in the garage . . ,. so that the clothes forgotten in the washer will sour much more quickly.  Why waste time I always say.

Lincoln (and the other four who are older than he is) love to pull the sticks up and let them bounce on the floor. Since the cabinets were really meant to be in your closet, not the kitchen, I figure the paint will not hold up for long with that kind of treatment.  Man am I getting to be such a party poop!  Poor little guy keeps checking the cupboard with the magic bullet parts to see if I have put the pretty colored top rings back in there, they were donated.  He digs around in the rack and then just walks off looking so let down.

Now I am going to take out the serger and do the edges of some lace table cloths that I got at SAS, who knows many years ago! dumb old serger.  It kept breaking the same thread.  Gave it one more try and it worked, so what the heqq, the cloths are done.  And the purple organza from Mariah's wedding.  I forgot they hadn't been serged, now they are.

Next Day---- Put Lincoln down for a nap and forgot to get the thread out first.  Oops!  So Garrett and I put on the Black Stallion Series DVD popped corn and I tried to explain everything to Garrett, even though I suspect he already knew the answers.  "Fly Away Home" was way better . .  found some thread by then so Garrett got to be a lump with toys in the middle of the FR floor.  Really hit a wall this afternoon!

Just got a bunch of thread out so I have it handy. Now for way more mending.  Each piece needs a different color.  Felt like just tossing it all, but then I remembered, I can see well enough to thread the needle again.  such a blessing!  My eyes still get blurry when I get too tired and right now they blur quite a bit when they are itching from allergies.

They haven't itched like this since I was a kid riding through really tall Johnson grass on my bike.  Buster, my younger older brother would make great paths and I loved riding all over in them, under the pecan trees.  Great living, that's all I can say.   He also made great dirt cities and forts, tree houses, etc.  What more can a little sister ask for?

Sorry, no pics, not sure where I left the camera!