A couple of days ago I moved the sewing machine up from the basement. At our old house my sewing table was in the middle of the family room. While I don’t miss the mess that came with that set-up, I do sometimes miss sewing in the hub of the action (I seem to get more done that way). So in honor of the Olympics, I relocated for a couple of days.
This afternoon while all the bigger kids were at school and my little guy was being entertained by Curious George on PBSkids [see above], I was quite productive! (Just so I don’t sound like a totally negligent parent, he did relocate to the table with me and draw pictures with markers while I sewed. It was a “picture” of a dragon, a knight, and a queen. The Queen had just cut-off the dragon’s head. I think this was Cupid’s symbolic tribute to his heroic mother.)
I made my first ever string blocks. I’ve been wanting to try this method forever and once again, a Bee project finally got me to do it. These blocks are for Rachel. She has a great tutorial if you want to make some of your own!
And here is the mess at the kitchen table. The reason the mess is usually confined to the basement. But it was worth it to watch the Women’s Figure Skating finals last night while I made more Union Jacks. Did anyone else watch? Weren’t they wonderful? I was so impressed with that final group especially. I even got teary watching Kim Yu Na from Korea. Gorgeous performance in every way. And I was so relieved for her. I can’t imagine that pressure and those high expectations. And then Joannie Rochette. Such inspiring grace.
Speaking of women’s figure skating, the other night we were watching the short program and I was touched by the girl skating for Turkey. (I think that is what I love about the Olympics – not just the big-name gold medalists, but the athletes who are just as dedicated and sacrifice just as much for their sports, who proudly represent their countries, with little recognition.) Anyway, I pointed her out to my 8-year-old, thinking I would be a culturally illuminating mother and said, “Look! This girl is from Turkey! Her name is Tugba.” My daughter responded, “Hmm. I think I’d rather call her Lynelle.”
Okay . .
Hope you have an equally sunny, productive, inspiring, culturally illuminating weekend at your house!