My Word for 2020

The members of one of the Facebook/MeWe groups I belong to have been sharing their “word” for 2020—ideas like “grow,” “connection,” “focus,” and other positive, motivational concepts. I have never been able to find a word of the year for myself. Heck, I can’t even find a work to describe last year and it’s over.

This year, though, I have decided that my word is going to be “juggle.” That one popped into my head after a day where I started out with a few hours of transcription work, moved on to paperwork and billing for the construction company, did some sewing, and throughout all of this, was on and off the phone with various people attempting to nail down a venue for DD#1’s wedding reception.

The choice of the word “juggle” is not meant to be bad or good, just descriptive. I have a lot of balls in the air right now. My planner is starting to resemble a coloring book.

I’ve done five comforters for the party on the 18th and I am going to stop there. I need to make more headway on the commission quilt this week. My ironing board was in desperate need of a new cover, so I picked up two yards of gray cotton twill in town on Monday. Twill is almost always 58” wide, but that’s exactly how long my ironing board is, so I need a slightly longer length. (The cover that this one is replacing was made from some twill from my stash that I pieced together—that works, but it’s not ideal.) Two yards gives me enough fabric for two covers of sufficient length. I am covering my vintage Mary Proctor ironing board—a rectangle—and even though covers are still available for it, they are expensive. I prefer the ones I make myself.

I took the nylon cord out of the old cover, sewed a couple of leftover lengths of red bias binding together, and edged the gray twill with the red bias binding with the nylon cord tucked inside. It took less than 30 minutes and I am ready to press yards of fabric:

I switched to gray twill from beige twill and I am not sure how I feel about it. Oh well. It’s done, and the next cover will be gray, as well, so I’d better learn to live with it.

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What do these items have in common with each other?

And this?

Both are pieces of clothing belonging to people in my family. DD#2 sent me her jeans with a plea to fix them as they are her favorites. I am going to come up with some kind of fix, although I told her it was not going to be invisible.

The other pants belong to the husband (shocking, I know.) Every time he got up out of his recliner the other night, his flashlight fell on the floor. He finally looked at his pants and realized that the flashlight had worn a hole in the pocket.

It is obvious that these two share DNA.

I’m trying to get the husband to alert me when his clothing is at the 50% failure point because it is much easier to repair than when it is at the 100% failure point. (One pair of pants is missing that flashlight pocket entirely.) I am not a miracle worker, and I’ve come to accept the fact that I just need to buy him four or five new pairs of work pants twice a year.

Speaking of repairs, this came in the mail yesterday:

I am hoping to have a functional dryer again soon.